So I Suggest You Stick Close, Pay

Of All The Weapons In The World, Love Is The Most Dangerous.

I Feel Like The Luckiest Guy On The Planet. But, I Literally Work All Day, Every Day, Seven Days A Week, 365 Days A Year, And That's Not An Exaggeration.

So Long As This Country Is Cursed With Slavery, So Too Will It Be Cursed With Vampires.

I Think Zombies Have Always Been An Easy Metaphor For Hard Times. Because They're This Big, Faceless, Brainless Group Of Evil Things That Will Work Tirelessly To Destroy You And Think Of Nothing Else.

My Sisters And I Cannot Spend Any Substantial Time Searching For Wickham, As We Are Each Commanded By His Majesty To Defend Hertfordshire From All Enemies Until Such Time As We Are Dead, Rendered Lame, Or Married.