I've been writing stories since I was 12. 'Writer's Digest' was one of my writing teachers, actually.

If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it.

He's not going to shoot us in the back by accident, is he?" Deputy Coltrain asked. I smiled, not sweetly. "He promised not to.

I'll do my bit tonight, but forgive me if it's a little harder to keep going than normal. Forgive me if I'm not superwoman after all." "Not superwoman?" he exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest in mock surprise. "You've lied to me all these years!

I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.