And just when I thought the pain had dulled, my mind would betray me and bring Dad back to life in my dreams. Sometimes I didn't realize that he was dead until I awoke and then it was like a punch in the stomach. And sometimes I knew in my dream that I was dreaming, and I woke up crying.

A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.

Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?

The door swung open and Kate walked in. Her jeans and T-shirt were splattered with blood and she was carrying a severed vampire head. The T-shirt has a smiley face on it.

I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn’t want to be late.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

I closed my eyes. “Are you okay?” “I’m tired. My knee is hurting again and I’m trying to teleport myself upstairs.” “Um, Kate, you can’t do that.” “I know. But I’m trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?