Yeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.

Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.

How do we thank an angel? Somehow I don’t think a fruit basket will do the trick." ~ Amun

He’s body slammed enough people to start a new country. And there could be a neighbouring city for the people he’s punched in the throat

I'd stood my ground against him. I wasn't going to jump when he said jump. I was more likely to give him the finger.

Their mother had always stressed the importance of taking care of yourself first, your family second and everyone else not at all.. darkest surrender

See? This was how he’d gotten me to fall in love with him. At times like this he made me feel like the most treasured woman in the world. “So you don’t remember doing this to me? Naked? In the shower? On the bed? On the floor?” With Matt Damon? Okay, how had the Sarah Silverman video gotten in my head, now of all times?