Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire: Is there something wrong with your food?" No, I'm just not very hungry." You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos.

Blessed are the dumbfucks.

She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.

As much as I encourage communication with my readers, I don't want reviews from them, simply because I don't need to be hamstrung in the middle of working on something.

Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.