You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.

Who’s going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren’t prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don’t like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.