God Bless The American Spectator.

She Killed Lorena In A Fight?" Eric's Grin Grew Even Broader. He Was As Proud As If He'd Heard His Firstborn Reciting Shakespeare.

I Hate Witches. Humans Had The Right Idea, Burning Them At The Stake.

Not A Creature Was Stirring, Not Even An Elf.

Hey, Our Hair's The Same Color," I Said, Eyeing Us Side By Side In The Mirror. Sure Is, Girlfriend." Eric Grinned At Me. "but Are You Blond All The Way Down?" Don't You Wish You Knew?" Yes," He Said Simply. Well, You'll Just Have To Wonder." I Am," He Said. "blond Everywhere," I Could Tell As Much From Your Chest Hair." He Raised My Arm To Check My Armpit. "you Silly Women, Shaving Your Body Hair," He Said, Dropping My Arm.

May I Search It?" She Asked. "we Screen For Weapons." I Stared At Her, Always A Risky Thing To Do To A Vampire. "of Course Not. I Have No Weapons.