Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

Slayers, too, were unlikely to make a big fuss over some light stabbing.

Dear Mommy was very generous with her pledges, especially when they involved sacrificing other people.

I wished for a life that I couldn’t have, which was, apparently, my greatest flaw.

My motto is: If I have to suck someone dry every few weeks, why not make it a Goldman Sachs executive?

Our species has a clear case of hot-girl tummy, and I’m grateful to the twenty-first century for giving us a final diagnosis.

So I politely excused myself from the pity party and retooled that time for playing sudoku.

equipment I have accumulated over years of taking up, and almost instantly quitting, all kinds of crafts—it

“I might not remember my name, or anything about who I am. But I could never be near you and not know exactly what you are to me.”

He immediately puts the blade away, like sharing an activity with me is the only thing he has ever desired,