You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

1980's: not a time period but a state of mind.

Just so you know, I'm straight. Totally straight. As an arrow." Her voice held a smile. "So am I

If vampires ever spend less time playing theatrics and living down to their stereotypes, they might actually take over the world someday

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.