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I Think You Need Humour And A Sense Of Fun, Which Is What I Try To Bring To My Books To Leaven The Danger And Action. The Ones That Really Transcend The Genre Always Have A Great Laugh In Them, Such As 'fright Night,' 'lost Boys,' 'american Werewolf In London' - Just To Name A Few.

So Just Look Mean And Don’t Make Eye Contact With Anyone. (syn) Gee, Hon, You Take Me To The Most Wonderful Places. (shahara)

There Are Always Three Sides To Every Memory…yours, Theirs, And The Truth, Which Lies Somewhere In Between The Two

Dammit, Vik. How Can You Not Know What’s Wrong With This Thing? Can’t You Commune With It Or Something? (devyn) My Name Is Not ‘dammit, Vik’ And I Find It Ironic That You Think I Can Commune With All Metal Beings When You Can Barely Communicate Your Point Of View To Your Own Parents. And They Birthed You. I Did Not Give Birth To This Ship. Last Time I Checked, I Was Male And That Would Be Impossible On A Multitude Of Levels. (vik)

As A Child, He Had Hardened His Heart And Learned To Take Their Punches. He Had Learned To Spit Back And Take Down Anyone Who Cast A Jaundiced Eye Or Who Made A Comment About Either Him, His Mother, Or His Sister. He’d Told Himself That He Didn’t Need Anyone’s Love Or Caring. And So He Had Learned To Live Like A Feral Animal, Always Ready To Strike Out When Someone Tried To Touch Him.