I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream

Hang Mortmain," Said Will. "and I Mean That Literally, Of Course, But Also Figuratively.

She Made A Snorting Noise, Astonishingly Human For A Ghost. " I'ardly Like To Tell You This, Nephilim, But If You Want A Girl To 'ate You, There's Easy Enough Ways Of Making It 'appen. You Don't Need My Help With The Poor Thing." And With That, She Vanished, Spinning Away Into The Mists Among The Graves. Will, Looking After Her, Sighed. "not For Her," He Said, Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, "for Me..." And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort Of Cruelty To It.

They Kind Of Look Like Evil Lawn Gnomes

For This I Would Be Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything.