A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.
Now, what does a vampire do with a computer? Keep track of investments? Send e-mail to other vampires as you all plot to take over the world? I spend a lot of time on Wikipedia making corrections to t...
Um, yeah. I mean, I think… wow. It made sense, really. All part of that vampire seduction gambit: lurethe prey to you, give it a reason to open its veins. Sure cut down on that messy struggling. Just...
This conspiracy needs a flow chart,
The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.
You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you.So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?
That we have purpose for being who we are, and what we are, though we may not always know it.
I'll tell you something,' Arthur said. 'Until a certain age, everyone thinks their parents are heroes. Then they grow up a little, start to understand a little more of the world, and they realize thei...
As far as I know, no vampires live in Antarctica. I’d have thought the long winter nights would be just the thing for you guys, I said. Perhaps. But the food supply is a bit wanting.
I grinned at him. 'Jealous?'He grinned right back. 'That's a trick question. If I say yes you'll accuse me of being paranoid and unreasonable, and if I say no you'll make some defensive crack about ho...
Kitty Meets the Band
He’s a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push. He was such a lawyer.
Had to stay human. Wolf couldn’t drive the freaking car. Or hold the gun.
I was a creature of the night, I wasn't supposed to be afraid of the dark. Not that it was the dark I was afraid of--it was the creatures of the night.
And try to remember how to be an idealist.
This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory.
One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.
Even with the high-tech air filtration system in a modern facility, the place still smelled like archival storage: old paper, stale manila folders, cardboard, and dust. Libraries and accountants' base...
You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.
I don’t like going into this with a half-baked plan. It’s not half-baked, I said. It’s mostly baked. Just a little soft in the middle. Actually, that was bravado.