I didn't need to be rescued." "Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.

You forget, darling, I am the local psychopath." ~Clayton Danvers, Bitten

Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?

He liked women with little butts and big tits? Someone had played with one too many barbie dolls as a kid.

What am I? Let's just say I won't fetch a stick for you. I won't beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead.

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.

Release the demon under promise that I'd be repaid handsomely, my enemies destroyed? Hmm, where had I seen this before? Oh, right. Every demon horror movie ever made. And the horror part started right after the releasing part.