I shot him the bird. (Get it? I shot him the—never mind.)

In case you guys didn't catch last week's episode, I'm out of the flock," I informed them. "Angel has no allegiance to me. She's wanted me gone for a long time. And in case you didn't catch all the episodes from the past year, Angel is... unbalanced." "Untrustworthy," Fang seconded. "Unpredictable," Jeb added. "Dangerous," Dylan chimed in.

Part 1- In search of Hot Chocolate-Chip Cookies

Reading is not work, not a chore, not a drudgery; reading is the most joyful thing, yet, in the world.

I read some, and then visited with people involved in this curious, exciting and somewhat misunderstood sub-culture. I met with a fang maker, who offered to fit me for an exquisite pair.

Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to.

I don't think of myself as a writer.