I'm a middle-class former housewife who goes to my daughter's softball games.

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

I really, really wanted to lose awareness of the here and now. The best way for me to do that was bury myself in a book.

This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.' 'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.

Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven.

I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.

I have a big hole in my heart," I said. "But it'll close over." I don't want to sound all Dr. Phil," she said. "But don't let the scab seal the pain in, okay?" That's good advice," I said. "I hope I can manage it.