Unfortunately, Zombies Aren’t Very Flammable, And It

Self-publishing Is Great, But I Don't Want To Be An Icon For It, Or Anything Else.

Yeah, You're Probably Right," I Admitted And Slowly Pulled Myself Out From Underneath The Covers. "you Know, I Really Wish You'd Catch Onto The Fact That I'm Always Right.

I Heard You're Campaigning On My Behalf." He Walked Over To Me. "that Wouldn't Be Because You'd Miss Me Too Much If I Were Gone,would It?" "don't Be Absurd," I Scoffed. "i Don't Condone Murder, Even For People Like You." "people Like Me,huh?" He Cocked An Eyebrow. "you Mean Devilishly Handsome, Debonair Young Men Who Come To Sweep Rebellious Princesses Of Their Feet?" "you Came To Kidnap Me, Not Sweep Me Off My Feet," I Said,but He Waved His Hand At The Idea. "semantics.

No! If You Die, I Die! You Asked Me To Spend Forever With You, And I'm Going To!

And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen That Little Melodrama Play Out Between You And That Other Tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s His Name?