The Only Good Enemy Is A Dead

Edward Smiled, I Smiled, Even Bernardo Smiled. Olaf Just Looked Sinister.

I Loved Him, But Love Isn't Enough. All The Fairy Tales, The Romance Novels, The Soap Operas; They're All Lies. Love Does Not Conquer All.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

Some Choices You Make With Your Heart Some With Your Head But When In Doubt Choose Head Over Heart.... It Will Keep You Alive. -merry Gentry

I, Anita Blake, Scourge Of The Undead-the Human With More Vampire Kills Than Any Other Vampire Executioner In The Country-was Dating A Vampire. It Was Poetically Ironic.