The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you'll begin seeing them left and right soon.
It's a big spooky place when you're in it alone. It's like you can hear all the whispers of all the voices of all the actors who ever played here. Kind of creepy. Like a church can be creepy when it's...
Writing Vampire Erotica is like writing sex scenes for porcupines.
On a wing and a prayer." (After being asked how the angels make love in Milton's Paradise Lost).
I’m sure the ‘I wouldn’t fuck a murder conspirator’ argument wins over many an internal affairs review board. Bring him in. It’ll be in your favor.
Don't you read the statistics? Guns are unisex these days.
I’m going to become a beat poet and a lesbian!
The name Atlantis came from an old book Victoria had never read. A lifetime residency in the ASM paradise was rumored to cost anywhere from 15 to 20 million dollars. The rich and powerful lived under...
Nice dress,” Victoria said.“Thank you,” Perpetua said. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”Victoria blinked. “Uh, what?
I built them what they wanted and I made a profit off of it. Now they call me a god...What fools these mortals be.
I see a cathedral, for instance, one that’s stood for centuries and I marvel and I wonder... How many people passed through the doors? What did they pray for? How many wars did they wish to see ended?...
. “We’re both... I mean, you’re more so, but we’re both really fucked up emotionally. I mean, how do I know you’re not still loopy from being shot full of... of...”“Benzodiazepine,” he said.“Yes, that...
After a good roll in the hay, when he’s all peaceful and serene and he hasn’t a worry or a care in the world, and the euphoric calm of release is drifting through his cerebrum, that’s when you broadsi...
I haven’t got time for a love life and that’s usually frustrating to the would-be lovers. Care to make a run for it?
Human’s aren’t concerned with reality, merely their perceptions of it.
It isn’t easy when life tears away the one person in a million you thought you could always trust.
In some literature, I’ve read, weather is used as a metaphor. The darker and stormier the weather outside the more diabolical the deeds done. When the clouds roll away, however, the rain has washed aw...
Several things ran through my head as I watched this silent ballet: First, I was running low on pears, my favorite morning fruit. Second, I, as a woman, am much smarter than men, I having displayed fo...
Madness doesn’t get off wearing gloves. It needs to feel skin on skin, smell the blood and shit as it brings itself off.
