I do not understand this analogy," Mencheres muttered.
You see, you don’t want me to love you. You want the version you’ve made up. The knight, even though I’m the dragon and I always will be.
One of my favorite things about supernatural fiction is its vast array of creatures.
Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind.
The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat
If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.