Everything I Needed Was In

I Don't Want Him Hurt Because He Got Out Of Hand With Me." "yet You Would Have Shot Him." I Shrugged. "i Never Said I Was Consistent, Just Serious.

Some People Just Don't Seem To Understand The Concept Of Fiction. It Is Fiction; It Ain't True, Folks

Sometimes The Greatest Wounds Are The Ones We Try The Hardest Not To Inflict.

Just What I Needed—a Necromancer With An Attitude. Oh, Wait, I Was A Necromancer With An Attitude.

I Turned Down Halloween Parties Every Year, Where People Wanted Zombies Raised At The Stroke Of Midnight Or Some Such Nonsense. The Scarier My Reputation Got, The More People Wanted Me To Come Be Scary For Them. I'd Told Bert I Could Always Go And Threaten To Shoot All The Partygoers, That'd Be Scary. Bert Had Not Been Amused. But He Had Stopped Asking Me To Do Parties.