Sorry. i just can't seem to help myself. My brain is freaking out. Two predawn mornings in a row. It doesn't know what to think, how to act. I'll have a talk with it later. Perhaps get it some counseling.

If I was going to go out tonight, I was going to go out fighting. Or screaming in agony. Either way.

Since I had a soft spot for zombies and my curiosity was killing me, I opted for plan Z.

Rocket," I said, straightening in the chair. "Donovan was just helping me with my contacts." Donovan raised his brows humorously. Rocket furrowed his. "Did you swallow them?

Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should have gone to Hogwart's when I had the chance.

We really should get some X-rays,” the EMT said. “You just want to fondle my extraneous body parts,” I said to the EMT.

What in the name of Zeus's testicles?