Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)

When I'm writing, especially when I'm writing in first person, I don't think about the characterization, or how they are going to express themselves, I just express my own approach to these things. I think most writers can never divorce themselves from their private lives and personas; they are the ones that are writing. And the more they remove themselves from their own persona, the more, perhaps, mechanical the work becomes.

And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.

But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's head. He had such a terrible yearning to love something again, and the dog was such a beautiful ugly dog.

In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worship as the solution. With less than success. Not only had they died as quickly as the rest of the people, but they had died with terror in their hearts, with a mortal dread flowing in their very veins.

To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, its only because we havent been able to understand it yet.

What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?