Kitten." His voice was thick with something I couldn't name. "This is the part... where you don't have a choice.

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.

You don't have to echo my feelings, Mencheres, but you can't talk me out of them either. I love you" Her smile was wry. "Deal with it.

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

The cool thing about being a writer is: you get to make stuff up. When I started wring about Vampires, I realized, I can take everything i did like about that mythology and anything I didn't like, I didn't have to; because until a real Vampire stands up and says, 'you've got it wrong,' it's anyone's game.

Brilliant landing.. We´re trying to keep a low profile, and here you´ve gone and made it look like a meteorite hit.