There Was A Different Ending

I Can't Always Be Lois Lane," I Insisted. "i Want To Be Superman, Too.

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

If I Were To Continue On With 'the Host,' Which Is A Possibility, There Are Characters And Stories That Could Continue... If I Went Ahead With That, It Would Be Two More... Next Would Be 'the Soul,' And Then 'the Seeker.

You Know When Things Are Bad When You Feel Guilty For Being Rude To Vampires. Jacob B. Ch.14

Darkness Is So Predictable.