Rose Is In Red, But

Is She For Real?” He Paused And Reconsidered. “are You For Real? Spells? Magic? I Mean, Don’t Get Me Wrong. I Drink Blood And Control People’s Minds. But I’ve Never Heard Of Anything Like This.

I Still Couldn’t Stop The Sick Feeling Rising In My Stomach. “this Could Be A Disaster.” “how? If Anyone Even Finds It—and It’s Not Just Sitting Under A Table Right Now—they’ll Just Have A Good Laugh At Our Sappy Talk. No One’s Going To Be Like, ‘aha! Proof Of An Illicit Human-and-vampire Affair.

Things On The Essential List: Vodka, Nine Inch Nails, A Steady Supply Of Mortal Men, And An All-purpose Bitchy Attitude.

You Know, You Still Owe Me Pancakes. I Think I Could Go For…apple Cinnamon Ones Now. “ “apple Cinnamon? You Sure Are Demanding.” “it’s All Right. I Think You’re Man Enough For It.” “thetis, If I Actually Believed You Had Either Apples Or Cinnamon In Your Kitchen, I’d Make Them For You Right Now.” I Didn’t Answer. I Was Pretty Sure I Had Some Year-old Apple Jacks, But That Was About It.

When You Say ‘old Friend,’ Are We Talking, Like...since The Ice Age?” “no. Of Course Not.” “oh.” “it’s Only Been About Four Hundred Years.” “ah. Yes. Only Four Hundred.” A Wry Expression Spread Over His Face. “being With You Is A Continual Experiment In Perspective. Among Other Things.