“You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better with the passage of time. You are not quite ripe. --Lane DeLuca” — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“In my recollection, there have been many places and people I have been both blessed and cursed to know. Much joy and heartache can… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“...I remember that my mother had always said to be polite and finish my meal. At last he gave no more struggles. The deed… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“You believe me, don’t you? You really do. Why do you believe me? Did Anechka do something to you? Now I owe you; and… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“A red veil covers the room as walls, which flow but do not stand. Screams echo from every stone. Incense I smell of sandalwood… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
