I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.
Lilith SaintcrowHis smellโthe scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber muskโwrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.
Lilith SaintcrowIt's always difficult to say goodbye, especially when one has spent a long time - literally years, in the case of a series - inside a character or two, suffering and celebrating with them.
Lilith SaintcrowPeople donโt really want to know anything about you. They just want you to fit into their little predetermined slots. They decide what you are in the first two seconds, and they only get nervous or upset if you donโt live up to their snap judgments.
Lilith SaintcrowHello, Officer? Can you help me? My dad got turned into a zombie. You know, weโve been travelling around getting rid of things that arenโt real, and this time they hit back. I really need someplace to stay โ but can you make sure I have some holy water or something wherever it is? And some silver-jacketed bullets? Thatโd be sweet. Yeah, thatโd be totally cool. Thanks. And while youโre at it, can you tell the guys with the straitjackets that Iโm really sane? That would help.
Lilith Saintcrow