Occupation: Writer Birth: December 14, 1968
Release the demon under promise that I'd be repaid handsomely, my enemies destroyed? Hmm, where had I seen this before? Oh, right. Every demon horror….
I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. "Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren't winning me a slot on the Cartoon Netw….
I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much ….
So I was right, wasn't I? It's still you, even in wolf form.' He grunted. No sudden uncontrollable urges to go kill something?' He rolled his eyes. H….
You bat your baby blues at tall, dark, and gruesome, and next thing you know, he's trailing you like a lost puppy..
Tell her to be quiet, and she got louder. Tell her to stay back, and she pushed me into the line of fire. Tell her to watch for our pursuers, and she….
Just show him that I didn't need his apology, I guess. Show him that I was okay. Better than okay. I was happy, in spite of everything he'd done to m….
I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch..