Come out, Neville.

Jessica guffawed. “Well, almost every need. It will be every need when we walk in the door and they have gorgeous men waiting for us as well.”

“Nope, not happening.” Cassandra took a chip, dipped it in the salsa,and popped it in her mouth. “Not interested in a relationship. Men are high maintenance, and relationships only bring pain.”

Jessica flicked a chip across the table at her and sat back in her chair. Her
expression became sober as she looked at her best friend. “Seriously Cassie,
you don’t believe that.

'I Am Legend' is quite unusual for its time. I just wanted to write a story about female boxers, and I couldn't get that going in my mind. I don't know exactly where the idea of just a man pitting himself against a robot boxer came from.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.

For him the word 'horror' had become obsolete.