That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.
Laurell K. HamiltonVampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular.
Laurell K. HamiltonJesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts?" "I am over two hundred," Jean-Claude said. "I rest my case.
Laurell K. HamiltonI looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.
Laurell K. HamiltonI turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties.
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