“ Respect earned through fear instead of deeds, was not truly respect. ”
Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.
~ Tamara Rose Blodgett
From DW:I got it. “Here's the thing,” I said. I'm not going to be the government's bitch.
...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...
The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh.They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing.On a cold stone floor, but paces away from consumption.
