That Kiss Was Really Nice You Know

One Of My Rules Is Never Explain. A Writer Is A Lot Like A Magician, If You Explain How The Trick Works Then A Lot Of The Magic Turns Mundane.

I, Anita Blake, Scourge Of The Undead-the Human With More Vampire Kills Than Any Other Vampire Executioner In The Country-was Dating A Vampire. It Was Poetically Ironic.

He Was Twenty. I Remembered Twenty. I'd Known Everything At Twenty. It Took Me Another Year To Realize I Knew Nothing. I Was Still Hoping To Learn Something Before I Hit Thirty, But I Wasn't Holding My Breath.

Pretend I Asked, Now Answer The Question.

Because All Bad Little Vampires See Me In The End