My Father Always Said That Too Many

He Was Obviously Dead. But Since He Was A Vampire That Wasn't As Hopless A Thing As It Might Have Been.

She Crawled On Top Of Him, Naked And Warm And Soft, Smelling Like A Miracle That Had Saved Him From A Lifetime Of Aloneness.

I Thought You Were Dead. Stupid. As If I'd Die Without Taking You With Me.

She Wondered That Hope Was So Much Harder Then Despair.

You Forgot The ‘my Precious,’” Anna Said Dryly. “if You Want To Act Like A Freaking Nutcase, You Have To Do It Right.