I Am Self-educated From Genre Books.

By The Way, I Haven't Heard An 'i'm Sorry' From You Yet." My Sense Of Grievance Had Overwhelmed My Sense Of Self-preservation. I Am Sorry That The Maenad Picked On You." I Glared At Him. "not Enough," I Said. I Was Trying Hard To Hang On To This Conversation. Angelic Sookie, Vision Of Love And Beauty, I Am Prostrate That The Wicked Evil Maenad Violated Your Smooth And Voluptuous Body, In An Attempt To Deliver A Message To Me." That's More Like It.

Silver, Gold - I Don't Discriminate! I Like Sparkly Things.

I Added To My Mental List Of The Odd Things I'd Done That Day. I'd Entertained The Police, Sunbathed, Visited At A Mall With Some Fairies, Weeded And Killed Someone. Now It Was Powdered-corpse Removal Time. And The Day Wasn't Over Yet.

The Night Swelled With Magic; Not The Beneficent Kind Of Love-magic That Sweeps Couples Away, But The Kind Of Magic That Rips And Tears, The Enchantment That Creeps Out Of The Woods And Pounces.

It Was One Of God's Jokes That Such A Dumb Mind Had Been Put In Such An Eloquent Body.