I had a horrible feeling my leg was broken. If it wasn’t, it had a lot of explaining to do.

I love language, words, and all the lovely, exciting, and heart wrenching things you can do with them. Pick the right ones, put them in the right order, and you’ve created a moment in time where the reader forgets about the late car payment, the dirty dishes, the impending workweek. You have created a state of bliss. Or negligence, depending on your perspective.

There is a great need for a sarcasm font.

They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely involved world domination. Hot dogs on a grill, maybe. Tequila.

What in the name of Zeus's testicles?

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

God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand.