Never Accept The Blame For What Evil

It Is Not Wise To Give Something Old And Powerful Something They Care About. And I Am Very Old.

This Was Not A Man Who Wanted To Give Up His Mate. This Was A Man Trying To Do The Honorable Thing—and Give Her A Choice, No Matter Hiw Much It Cost Him.

A Cowboy, A Lawyer, And A Mechanic Watched Queen Of The Damned,” I Murmured. Warren—who Had Once, A Long Time Ago, Been A Cowboy—snickered And Wiggled His Bare Feet. “it Could Be The Beginning Of Either A Bad Joke Or A Horror Story.” “no,” Said Kyle, The Lawyer, Whose Head Was Propped Up On My Thigh. “if You Want A Horror Story, You Have To Start Out With A Werewolf, His Gorgeous Lover, And A Walker.

She Crawled On Top Of Him, Naked And Warm And Soft, Smelling Like A Miracle That Had Saved Him From A Lifetime Of Aloneness.

I Was Going To Fight Vampires, And My Name Wasn't Buffy--i Was So Screwed.