He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.

Some people are like Slinkies.They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.

A werewolf tossed me against a giant packing crate while I was trying to rescue a frightened young girl who'd been kidnapped by an evil witch and a drug lord.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.

Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.

If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.