For Every Kind Of Vampire, There Is

Get Too Conceptual, Too Cute And Remote, And Your Characters Die On The Page.

My Mother Is The War,' Declares Roger Mexico, Leaning Over To Open The Door.

Can't Say It Often Enough — Change Your Hair, Change Your Life.

Darkness Invades The Dreams Of The Glassblower. Of All The Unpleasantries His Dreams Grab In Out Of The Night Air, An Extinguished Light Is The Worst. Light In His Dreams, Was Always Hope: The Basic, Moral Hope. As The Contacts Break Helically Away, Hope Turns To Darkness, And The Glassblower Wakes Sharply Tonight Crying, "who? Who?"

It Is Simply Wrong To Begin With A Theme, Symbol Or Other Abstract Unifying Agent, And Then Try To Force Characters And Events To Conform To It.