Not that the path was smooth and pothole free. But still, it was my path, and like me, it was bound to be unique." -Zoey

...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.

But sometimes you gotta do stuff you don’t want to do.

Like pleasure, beauty should be savored and enjoyed

The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.

My cat is not insane, she's just a really good actress.

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim