She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat.

Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?

Yeah, well, it's been a super fun week. And by 'super fun' I mean 'horrible and endless'.

Here I am, just wandering down a deserted street in the middle of the night. I hope I don't run into any trouble. Goodness, that would just ruin my whole evening." I strolled and hummed, trying to project Innocent Victim.