You know what? From now on, I think I’m going to call you Mister Christmas.

She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.

She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas.

And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

I like him, sweetheart, and I’ll still give him hell. It’s my total right.

You're ever song I have ever sung. I'll never let anything hurt you again. For the first time in my life, my dreams aren't about me. They're about you." -Jax

Whatever dreams I have wished have come true.

The Theatre of the Oppressed is theatre in this most archaic application of the word. In this usage, all human beings are Actors (they act!) and Spectators (they observe!).

Marriage is an extremely difficult relationship.

Live nutty. Just occasionally. Just once in a while. And see what happens. It brightens up the day.

I'm sort of killing two birds with one stone here, getting to write for "True Blood" and being able to put myself in a comic at the same time.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

The same thing could have happened on Halloween if somebody in the neighborhood had jumped out and scared him.