Death, Jewelry, Or Magic; It Sounded Like

It Feels Like We're In A Harry Potter Book Talking About He-who-must-not-be-named.

Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

I Tended To Be Hard On The Egos Of A Certain Kind Of Men. The Ones Who Normally Swept Women Off Their Feet Had Never Moved Me Much, Because I'd Always Felt That If They Swept Me Off My Feet They'd Practiced On A Lot Of Women Before Me, And Would Practice More With Women After Me. I'd Rarely Been Wrong On That. ~anita Blake

Giving Up Something That No Longer Serves A Purpose, Or Protects You, Or Helps You, Isn’t Giving Up At All, It’s Growing Up.

No, Death Hadn't Changed [willie] Much. But Just In Case, I Avoided Looking Directly Into His Eyes. It Was Standard Policy For Dealing With Vampires. He Was A Slime Bucket, But Now He Was An Undead Slime Bucket.