“That’s the dream, right? Find the person who makes the world make sense? The person you need to spend the rest of your life with?” — 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 part of the journey we all take, and it isn’t the worst thing that ever happens to you. Sometimes it’s even the best. This is the story of someone for whom it was. This is a… — Chessela Helm Copy Share
“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 consumer culture by spending a five minute segment just spouting off brand names,' she said. 'Niiiiice. That is something. And then you chose to call me, which I’m not sure I’m feeling good about. I mean,… — Chessela Helm Copy Share
“Poor dearest. I suppose I better be a useful husband and figure out how to cheer you up. Why did the chicken cross the road?” he asked. “Because anything it wanted was on the other side of a dangerous pathway that could kill it at any time?” asked Lisette. “Errm, no. I see the existential worries of chickens are not… — Chessela Helm Copy Share
“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
