I can’t waste time quibbling over trivial things like pepperoni and mushrooms. If you’d gone to my school in Devonshire, you’d understand. For one of my sophomore classes, they left us alone on the moors...

You know how to make turkey? How would you have learnt that?” From what I knew, most dhampirs stayed nearly year-round at their schools from an early age. Not a lot of culinary time.”Hey,” he...

Jailbait,” he declared, leaping up. “You’re a saint. A goddess, even.