The Lone Ranger Of Vampires. Did That

I Long For Another Human Face Just As I Fear It.

Then Marry Me. For I Love You, And I Do Not Believe There Is Anything So Wrong With You. You Are Fair In My Eyes And You Lie Fair On My Heart.

I Said With Perfect Honest, "i Have No Intention Of Trying To Take These Suckers Out By Myself, No.

What You Describe Is How It Happens To Everyone: Magic Does Slide Through You, And Disappear, And Come Back Later Looking Like Something Else. And I'm Sorry To Tell You This, But Where Your Magic Lives Will Always Be A Great Dark Space With Scraps You Fumble For. You Must Learn To Sniff Them Out In The Dark.

The Story Is Always Better Than Your Ability To Write It. My Belief About This Is That If You Ever Get To The Point That You Think You've Done A Story Justice, You're In The Wrong Business.