What Are You, Zen Master Fang?

So You Want Me To Go To A Human Orgy, Where I Will Not Be Welcome, And You Want Us To Leave Before I Get To Enjoy Myself? ~eric Northman

I'd Been Blindsided With The Most Painful Knowledge: The First Man To Ever Say He Loved Me Had Never Loved Me At All. His Passion Had Been Artificial. His Pursuit Of Me Had Been Choreographed.

Who Wants A Bag Of Bones?” He Said, With Absolute Sincerity. “i Don’t Want To Hurt Myself On The Sharp Edges Of The Woman I’m Bedding.

Sometimes You Just Have To Regret Things And Move On.

I Added To My Mental List Of The Odd Things I'd Done That Day. I'd Entertained The Police, Sunbathed, Visited At A Mall With Some Fairies, Weeded And Killed Someone. Now It Was Powdered-corpse Removal Time. And The Day Wasn't Over Yet.