So what, you assumed you’d show up before the dance and I’d magically be ready to go? I need warning to get beautiful.

Dying is as natural as being born, and all of us have to face it someday. Some sooner than others. It’s difficult to understand the meaning of it all. The question isn’t, ‘Why do we...

night.” Between them was evening and morning—the First Day. This division marked the end of peace in the universe. Everything has been pretty much fucked up since then.

Never talk to them when they’re human, or they’ll trick you. You’ll get confused and sympathetic. That was what his mom always said. She was probably right. Last time he talked to a werewolf, he...

What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature?

The question isn’t “Why do we die?” The question is “Why do we live?

trying to survive a week without coffee.