The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.

You realize I can never sleep under this blanket with this thread as it is. The thought of it would plague me all night.”Were you going to?’ he asks, looking over his shoulder at me.’Well,...

We watched Vamps hunting Vamps, Vamp hunters and Witches torching Vamps, teenage girls kissing Vamps. And we giggled and swooned through it all.