Have You Ever Wanted To

We're Going On A, Um, Windmill Tour Later This Week." If I'd Wanted To Shut Them All Up, I'd Definitely Succeeded. They All Looked Stunned. Adrian Spoke First. "i'm Going To Assume That Means He's Flying You To Amsterdam On His Private Jet. If So, I'd Like To Come Along. But Not For The Windmills.

I Loved You And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me.

...and Motioned Me Toward A Spot Next To A Middle-aged Moroi In A Very Formal And Very Designer Black Suit. The Suit Screamed, I'm Sorry The Queen Is Dead, And I'm Going To Look Fashionable While Showing My Grief

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.

You'll Be Alive', He Pointed Out. 'that's What Matters. Enjoy What You Have, Every Little Detail Of Wherever You Are. Don't Focus On Where You Aren't.