They Shot Me. (talon) No, Bud. They

No One Has Ever Touched Me Like You Do. You’re Like A Whisper. Gentle, Soft. Soothing. In My World, The People Only Shout And Scream. But You… You’re My Haven. “ … “god, You’re Good

Well", Fang Said, Mimicking A Thick Southern Drawl. "i Must Say Its Mighty Nice Of Them Daimons To Clean Up After Themselves When You Kill Them" He Held His Hands Up To Them. "look Ma, No Mess." "does Fang Have An Off Switch?" Talon Asked Vane.

If They Can’t Survive Alone For Four Days Once A Year, They Deserve To Die. (acheron) That’s Harsh, For You. (dante) Harsh? Tell You What, You Take My Phone And Skim Through The Three Thousand Phone Calls I Get Every Day And Night And See How Harsh I Am. I Truly Hate Modern Technology And Phones In Particular. I Haven’t Had A Full Four Hours Of Sleep In Over Fifty Years. ‘ash, I Broke A Toenail, Help Me. Ash, My Head Hurts, What Should I Do?’ (acheron)

It Was Great, Wasn’t It? Really Exciting Stuff. (chris) Like Having My Teeth Drilled Without Novocain. (cassandra)

...it’s Not The Lies That Hurt People. It’s The Willingness Of Everyone Else To Believe Them..." Aiden, Upon The Midnight Clear By Sherrilyn Kenyon