Coffe is the perfume of morning.

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.

My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn’t accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people’s thoughts. Of course, she couldn’t admit I was literally hearing people’s thoughts because that just didn’t fit into her world.

There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.

Better to be screwed physically than financially.

I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped