Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge down the beaten path.

You take I-55 south, and you'll run into I-20. Or you could take..." I was about to be overloaded with information. "Oh that sounds just perfect. Let me do just that, or I'll lose track." Sure, glad I could help." Oh, you surely did." We beamed at each other, just two nice women. I had to fight an impulse to say "I have a tortured vampire in my trunk," out of sheer giddiness.

I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry. "That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible." "Did the psychic think so?

All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.

Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.

Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.

i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.