I Was Talking Cannibalism, Not Romance.

It Is Hard To Accept Being Different, Hard To Have People Avoid Looking At You, And Still Believe In Yourself.

But That Was The Trouble With Ancient Artifacts - No One Really Knew What They Did.

You Are A Sick, Sick Man,” I Told Him. “thank You,” Ben Replied, Looking Modest.

I Don't Break; I Bounce.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.