Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.

You sure about this writer thing son?

So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.

The medium obscured the message.

Carlton Mellick III has the craziest book titles and the kinkiest fans!

Advice, then, young yeoman: When referring to the king's middle daughter, state that she is fair, speculate that she is pious, but unless you'd like to spend your watch looking for the box where your head is kept, resist the urge to wax ignorant on her naughty bits." -Pocket I don't know what that means, sir." -Yeoman Speak not of Regan's shaggacity, son" [...] -Pocket

No one knows why, but second only to eating the brains of the living, the dead love affordable prefab furniture.