Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.
From DW: I got it. “Here's the thing,” I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.
Somewhere deep inside, his humanity had been shaken by something so unnatural, so foreign in its essence, his very being withdrew from it...
The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh. They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing. O...
Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity.
Respect earned through fear instead of deeds, was not truly respect.
...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...
