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June 15 - June 16, 2019
Come hell or high water, Clive’s killer will pay. And I will be left bonded to Miriam. I wonder if I will ever be able to leave her, given my need to keep her safe. Always and forever. Holy vampire nightmares. This truly is my worst day ever.
“Yes, well, my mother used to say that if it doesn’t kill us—” “It makes us stronger,” she offers. “No—then we should be more careful because life is fleeting and someday we might not be so lucky, and dying really hurts.” Miriam frowns. “My apologies. My mother was rather dark sometimes,” I say.
I think…I think that sometimes dreams are meant to give us momentum or direction, but your true calling happens along the way.”
But remember when I mentioned that a vampire’s life is boring and that any bit of mystery is irresistible? This qualifies as heroin.
Only the needy and weak “fell” in love, thus the term. One did not rise to love. One did not aspire to it. A man simply fell—to disgrace, to weakness, to ridicule because it meant he did not have control over his life. The woman did.
“Remember when I said that I reject all forms of attachments derived from materialism? Forget that. I’d gold dig the hell out of you for this many books. I have a complete book boner.”
No one touches my family. And no one messes with my librarian.
“I must go now. I am told di soldiers have located diss Mimi Jean person.” “Mimi who?” “Di writer, stupid. Di writer! I weel force her to make more Fanged Loves. Goodbye.”
LMAO!
Because if I’ve learned something these past few days, it isn’t the challenge that defines a man, but how he faces it. He may choose to hide from it. Some men may choose to fight. But I am Michael Vanderhorst. I choose to live and be happy, and that means coming out of the shadows and letting others in. Every journey starts with one step in the right direction.
