I Thought You Couldn't Make It Here

He Bit The Nape Of My Neck And I Moaned.

Honey, ... When A Wolf Watches A Lamb, He's Not Thinking About The Lamb's Mommy.

Not That I'd Really Been Planning On Keeping The Attack Secret; It Had Just Been An Option I'd Wanted To Keep Open If I Could.

So In The Sweltering Heat Of A July Night, I Sang A Christmas Carol To A Room Full Of Fae, Who Had Been Driven Out Of Their Homelands By Christians And Their Cold-iron Swords.

My Father Said That A Silent Person Is Trying To Hide Something.