As the coffee slid down my throat and the caffeine penetrated my haze, I wondered why he had returned so soon. I pulled my scraggly housecoat tightly around me. His gray eyes looked far too awake for...
But I had lived long enough to know that a woman needed to rely on herself, stand on her own two feet and fight her own battles. She has to design her own version of a happy ending.
His hair smelled fresh and earthy, as if he lived in the outdoors, but the room smelled of farts. I’ll never understand how little boys can fart so much. It’s like they store them up.
It was a dark and stormy night when the witch and the vampire met in the house of death.
