Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!

Seminaked men!” Jacky trilled. “With swords,” Kat purred. “It is a romance novel!

I am part-demon, part-human. What else does that make me?" She answered his question with one of her own. "I am part-centaur, part-human. Does that make me a mutant?" "It makes you a miracle." She held his gaze. "Exactly.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.

I'm a monster, not a moron.

A big, studly football jock like me? I got plenty of blood to spare. For you, I have anything to spare.

I think most people, and I'm talking vamp or human, are shitty. They put on an act. They pretend to be all nicey-nice, but are really just one step away from showing their true asshole-ness.