My libido was doing the humpy dance while dressed in Milkbone pasties and a thong.

I blinked at her, suddenly loathing her to the depths of my soul. Not only was she probably rather evil, and definitely thoroughly unpleasant, but she also didn't read.

I swear to the gods that if you answer one more of my questions with a question, I am going to go all Tyson and bite your damned ear off...

Then again, I threatened if my stomach got my head chopped off I'd never feed it again.

You’ll have to excuse Kyle; he’s somewhat of a history geek and gets himself all excited. He talks without thinking sometimes,” Collin said punching his arm. “But, he is well informed about our situation. He knows details about things that I don’t.”
“What does he know exactly?”
“Kyle said the book dates a long way back.”
I tilted my head. “You mean the book I’ve been writing in?” Collin nodded. “How does he know this?”
“I love this,” Kyle interrupted. “I’m in the car right? You guys can see me?

Real life... Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria