You play those dimples like an exquisite orchestra, Mr. Boomer.

What’s it like to live forever?
Nicholas almost dropped the glass he had been holding. “What?”
“What’s it like to know you will never die?”
He should have known, he thought. She was a smart woman.
“Lonely.” He said answering truthfully.
He sighed. “It’s not romantic, or fun, or even exciting., It’s just lonely. I have watched
everyone that I have ever loved, die. My family, my friends, my lovers and neighbors. It
is not a fate I would ever wish on my worst enemy.

I do not fear the darkness. It fears me.

Rose looked down to the sheet of paper, saw a number and where to sign. Butch was holding out a pen for her to take. When she reached for the pen her fingers grazed lightly against his. She felt it. She saw it. The tiniest arc of electricity. It was as if flint and steel met, just waiting for the right moment to spark the dry tinder into a burning inferno.

When the wolf howls and the moon dims
hope fades with the waning light.
Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz
across the ebony night.
Behold the midnight hour
where all of reason takes flight.

He was built like a mountain. Tall, dark haired ,silver eyed , muscular and rugged. Nathaniel Hawkins was a man that most men wouldn’t want to tangle with and most women fantasized about.