If You're Dressed For My Funeral, It's

Love Is Not About Owning Someone, But About Loving Them.

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

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.

[roland] Jerked Back Too Fast To See, And His Fist Was Suddenly Connecting With My Chin. I Didn't Pass Out, But My Body Went Limp. Part Of Me Was Screaming Silently. The Other Part Was Saying, 'oh, What Pretty Trees.

I Know You Can Throw Holy Water On The Vampire, But I Didn't Know You Could Throw The Host." (sheriff St. John) I Had To Smile. "they Aren't Like Little Holy Grenades. I Want The Host To Give To The Quinlans So They Can Put One At Every Windowsill, Every Doorsill." (anita Blake)