If I had a bad day, which, now that I ran my own life, was a helluva lot less than the old days, I sat on the floor with Houdini, placed a hand on his...

Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.

People–stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don’t. Some read; some don’t. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make...

I’ve always enjoyed a challenge,” Niko remarked, shifting through the powder to lift something out. “I think perhaps there are other things I could enjoy instead. Bonsai trees, painting, forging my own weapons. The opportunities...

Leandros’s favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.

When I remembered Stefan first coming for me, it wasn’t a man in a black mask or a crazy guy shoving Three Musketeers bars at me as he tried to convince me I was his...

Good Samaritans: Truth, justice and the American way–for them it wasn’t only a comic book code; it was a way of life. it was admirable, courageous, and inconvenient as shit. -Stefan, CHIMERA

Niko was a man of few words and flying, sugary snacks. I like that in a human. ~Catcher

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

You’re the little spoon, aren’t you?

I wonder if I brought my Silly-cat in…could you tell me what she’s thinking?’‘I can tell you what she’s thinking right now, no touching necessary,’ I drawled. ‘She’s thinking if she were three times her...

Spartacus,” I called, “how’s it hanging?” Probably not too well. Once you’re dead, had your organs removed, and are resurrected as an undead mummified cat, your testicles probably looked like old raisins that had rolled...