The Other Writer Who Had A Very

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am Me.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.

Im A Devotee Of Dracula, Which Was A Pathfinder In Horror And Vampire Fiction.

The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living Flesh Hampers It.