I'm Not Terribly Fond Of

I, Anita Blake, Scourge Of The Undead-the Human With More Vampire Kills Than Any Other Vampire Executioner In The Country-was Dating A Vampire. It Was Poetically Ironic.

That Kiss Was Really Nice You Know Before You...bit Me, But It Was Still Nice.

Assuming The Worst Was Always Safer. And Usually Truer.

Never Argue With Your Characters; They Know Themselves Better Than You Do

All I Really Wanted To Do Was Cuddle Back Under The Blankets, Maybe With A Certain Stuffed Toy Penguin I Knew. Yeah, Hiding Sounded Good.