I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.

Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

Superstitions add texture to life.

On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you're getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt.

The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges. "What are you doing?" Ghastek asked. "My hole puncher broke." "You have no respect for the undead.

It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?