I've never lost my capacity to be shocked.

God help anyone who messes with the Virals!

Ben yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wall…Once again, only Ben’s reflexes had saved him. “Please stop doing that!” Ben barked. “Please keep doing that!” Hi warbled.

She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.

Violence wounds the body and it wounds the soul. Of the predator. Of the prey. Of the mourners. Of collective humanity. It diminishes us all.

Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.

I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.