God, If You Ever Loved Me, Open

I'll Wait For You Under The Bluebells. I'll Be There Always.

Good God,” I Whispered, Sitting On The Van’s Cot And Looking At My Legs, Horrified. They Were Hairy—not Wolf Hairy, But An I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months Hairy. Utterly Grossed Out, I Took A Peek At My Armpit, Jerking Away. Oh, That’s Just…nasty.

Of Course I’m Shielding Her, You Broken Feather!

Have You Been Sniffing Fairy Farts?

The Undead Did Not Love, But They Remembered Love With A Savage Loyalty.