“I’ll never be able to give you a sonnet. I may be a songwriter, but the iambic pentameter thing throws me off. So this is what I got: tattered angel comes to me/beguiles and shelters me/pretty sexy dark love/eternity will… — Michele Hauf Copy Share Image
“He'd take his time. All good things came to those who danced when others least expected to find anything on the head of a… — Michele Hauf Copy Share Image
“I’ll never be able to give you a sonnet. I may be a songwriter, but the iambic pentameter thing throws me off. So this… — Michele Hauf Copy Share Image
“The mortal wants a demon to drag his tongue along her flesh, defiling as a means to comfort?" he asked. "You make it sound… — Michele Hauf Copy Share Image
“I refuse to learn your name. Does that not offend you?" "Nope." Well. That was all the argument he had. No sense in conjuring… — Michele Hauf Copy Share Image
