“It looked like pieces of bread pudding that had been soaked in raspberry syrup.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Three hours ago I was in bed, I thought miserably. I should have stayed there.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“But then again, I was about as far from touchy-feely as you could get. Unless you’re fucking me, don’t put your hands… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“That is a zombie… Holy fucking shit. That's a mother fucking zombie and this shit is real.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Hey, look, I thought with a miserable laugh, this day just got worse.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Good morning!” my partner, Derrel, said in an insanely cheerful voice. “I need my Angel to come out and play.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“It reminds me of an old joke: What did the Zombie say to the whore?" I looked at him blankly. "Um…what?" He… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“As soon as he was gone I blew my breath out and leaned back against the wall. Awkward. First the cop who’d… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Whoa!” I jerked my hand up to stop him. “Wait, what?” I asked as sick horror shot through me. “You mean, like… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Lying on the metal table in front of me was a middle-aged man decked out in absolutely nothing at all. A dead… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I walked into the café, bypassing the waiting people as I scanned for the hulking figure of my partner. It’s official ,… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“God-fucking-damn but he was seriously good-looking. “Have you ever had the stuffed pancakes here? They’re evil. I highly recommend them.” “Heh. The… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I grabbed my napkin and managed to pretend to sneeze which had the added effect of covering up most of my face… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Angel, I have no idea how you can stand this stench,” he said. “Derrel’s been doing this for long enough that I… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Look, I know this is the last thing you want to talk about, but I wanted to ask you . . .… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Yeah, so? I was ignorant, but I’m not a fucking moron. Why would I give the shit to you just so I… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Hey,” I said before he could say anything else that would make the mood even weirder or break it entirely. “You wanna… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“All of a sudden it seemed as if I could smell the brain, and not in a oh-how-gross way, but as if… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I’m pre-med,” he added smugly. “Okay.” I said again. I didn’t shrug this time, but his jaw tightened a bit as if he was… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
Still, waking up this early was just wrong. “Why can’t people be reasonable and only die after eleven A.M.?” I whined. — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Lying on the metal table in front of me was a middle-aged man decked out in absolutely nothing at all. A dead man. Buck-ass… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Angel, I have no idea how you can stand this stench,” he said. “Derrel’s been doing this for long enough that I think he… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I leveled a scowl at him. “Is there anything in our agreement that says I can’t call you names?” He crouched and added a… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Yeah, so? I was ignorant, but I’m not a fucking moron. Why would I give the shit to you just so I could buy… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
Hell, right now my only weapons were Obnoxious and Snark, and I intended to use them whenever possible. — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“The pudding lived up to its name. And nothing fell off that wasn't supposed to.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“...with that I turned into a punching, struggling, kicking psycho redneck zombie bitch.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I clung to the pain like a badge of honor. Blood dripped in a slow splatter from a deep gash in my forearm, and… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I just can't believe you fucked that thing !" he retorted, voice rough with what I coud only assume was utter distain. "Why... why… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
