The human reached inside Wrath’s jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. “Jesus Christ,” the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. “You got some ID? Or wasn’t there enough room in here for a wallet, considering you’re carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?

Destiny had a 518 area code..who knew." - Ehlena

No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

Don't be an asshole," the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. "Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.