Hatred Makes Us All Ugly.

A Crowd Is An Elemental Thing. A Word, A Glance, And A Crowd Becomes A Mob.

Silk Didn't Care If It Slid Over Scars Or Smooth, Untouched Skin. I'd Earned My Right To Be Paranoid.

I've Been Writing Stories Since I Was 12. 'writer's Digest' Was One Of My Writing Teachers, Actually.

Sex Was Never As Neat As The Movies Made It. Real Sex Was Messy. Good Sex Was Messier.

I Spend Most Of My Waking Hours Confronting And Destroying Things That I Fear. A Thousand-year-old Master Vampire Was A Tall Order, But A Girl's Got To Have A Goal.