Ben often comes here. It's some kind of kangaroo graveyard. He likes to collect kangaroo bones. What can I say? It's just something Stink Collectors do. ↗
Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me
an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.”
The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in
her perfectly arranged hair. ↗
He gave the body a final kick and then turned to face me.
“You and I need to talk, Kitten.”
“Now?” I asked in disbelief, gesturing to the dead vampire near his feet.
“It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now. ↗
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers. ↗