Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

Her elf is going to do just that,” he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. “I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines.

She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.

You try getting through the Hollows traffic with a stoned redhead hanging out the window shouting, 'I'm king of the world!' ~Lee