If This Were The Fifties, She’d Be

They Say When One Door Shuts, Another One Opens. But They Haven’t Been Living At My House. Most Of The Doors I Open Seem To Have Something Scary Crouched Behind Them, Anyway.

I Certainly Think We're Going To See More And More Graphic Novels And More Illustrated Novels.

May I Search It?" She Asked. "we Screen For Weapons." I Stared At Her, Always A Risky Thing To Do To A Vampire. "of Course Not. I Have No Weapons.

If Hunter Hadn't Been There, I Would've Picked Up The Phone To Call Eric. I Would've Asked Him To Bring A Shovel And Come To Help Me Dig A Body Up. That Was What A Boyfriend Should Do, Right? But I Couldn't Leave Hunter Alone In The House, And I Would've Felt Terrible If I'd Ask Eric To Go Out In The Woods By Himself, Even Though I Knew He Wouldn't Think Anything About It. In Fact, Probably He'd Have Sent Pam.

Come On, Lover, Let's Have A Look," Eric Said, Giving Me A Quick Kiss. He Jumped Off The Back Porch With Me Still Attached To Him—like A Large Barnacle