Back to work. If I’m [writing] I’m not thinking about the crazy.
Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.
You don't have to shout from the mountaintops. Sometimes power comes in a soft, calm, compassionate way, like a quiet warrior.
Really sucked the red off of all my candy.
Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.
Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!