No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner.

How unconvincing. Try again.

It was official. I now wanted to murder a ghost, a notion I'd discarded as unlikely only twenty minutes before. (Cat)

You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones

Slash was about my height, and he used the alignment of our bodies to his greatest advantage. I let it go on for a few minutes. Right up until he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out Mr. One Eye.

Licking Falls, Ohio, had its own set of standards. They were archaic at best.

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.