A Little Boy Who's Discovered The Monster

Sometimes Love Isn't About Being Smart. Sometimes It's About Being Stupid Together.

Just What I Needed—a Necromancer With An Attitude. Oh, Wait, I Was A Necromancer With An Attitude.

I Loved Him, But Love Isn't Enough. All The Fairy Tales, The Romance Novels, The Soap Operas; They're All Lies. Love Does Not Conquer All.

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.

It Feels Like We're In A Harry Potter Book Talking About He-who-must-not-be-named.