“He may not have his love, but his protagonist did. And the novel needed to wax poetic about love. That had to be the redemption for this sad and depressed man who had so little in his life. He had… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“Thomas was the person who really brought out the best in her. And he cared about her for her own sake. It was her… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“He knew it was stupid to say he was falling in love with her. They had only known each other for a week. But… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“Now this is a feeling I could get used to. A beautiful girl draped across my thighs and a better high than any drug… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“What? I like flesh. I’m a werewolf. It’s not like I’m going to be a vegetarian.” — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“We vampires are just so sick of misinformation. We’re not undead. We don’t have a problem with sunlight. Or garlic. Or silver and crosses… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“Are you going to count me on the census form?” “Sure. Ghost squatter, quantity of one. Sex male, race Caucasian, age dead. That’ll really… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“Death isn’t about endings, or beginnings, it’s about taking the next step on a long road to finding out what humanity really means. It’s… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“Love, he reminded himself. You love her madly. This was the madly part.” — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“She considered telling him to speak less, but she thought it would be better to ease him into that preference. Wait until he was… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“I just went on a date with a loopy new age witch who read my aura and took me to a play that critiqued… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“Poor dearest. I suppose I better be a useful husband and figure out how to cheer you up. Why did the chicken cross the… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
“It had taken him a few months to figure out that they were right for each other, but now that conclusion seemed inarguable. They… — Chessela Helm Copy Share Image
