He pinched the remaining chapters’ pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.

As any avid reader knew, a good read deserved a good seat.

Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.

Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.

The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

Even in death she was more beautiful to him than she ever was alive.

Some necrophobes earn their own fates.

Take it from an old cadaver. Let go of the past.

You had me at ‘blood allergy.

To think that she had read the same elegiac prose he now beheld with such quiet awe made his heart sing.