How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

He pretended it was the only thing that kept him from it. But, far back in his mind, he wondered if he could write anything. Often the question threw itself at him when he was least expecting it. You have four hours every morning, the statement would rise like a menacing wraith. You have time to write many thousands of words. Why don't you? And the answer was always lost in a tangle of becauses and wells and endless reasons that he clung to like a drowning man at straws.

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.

I hope people are reading my work in the future. I hope I have done more than frightened a couple of generations. I hope I've inspired a few people one way or another.