It seems that teenaged girlhood and werewolf transformation would be an obvious metaphor that should have been trampled into banality by now. You have, of course, the irrationality and unpredictability of hormones, the physical evolution of the female form during puberty, and the onset of the menstrual cycle, which is both obviously bloody, classically tied […]
“From the very first moment that we met, you reminded me of what it was like to have my human heart. The problem was, it was only a memory. All I had was my darkness to give you in return.”
“Sometimes I envy you so much it chokes me. And sometimes I think I got the better deal. To be that close to her and not have her. To be all alone even when you’re holding her. “
“I mean, what if she’s not a demon or sorceress or spirit or whatever these books cover? … Something old. So old it pre-dates the written word.”
Death is on your heels, baby. And sooner or later, it’s gonna catch you. And part of you wants it. Not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you’re just a little bit in love with it.
You learn her source, and we’ll introduce her to her insect reflection. Um… that, that was funny… if you um, if you studied Taglarin mythic rights… and are a complete dork.
For centuries it had no form at all. My brethren, its only keepers. Then the abomination found us. We had to hide the Key, gave it form, molded it flesh… made it human and sent it to you.
It’s not about him. It’s about us. You’re getting stronger every day, more powerful. I can’t touch you. Every day, you’re just… a little further out of my reach.
On my seventh birthday… I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn’t get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real fire trucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me. […]
“And you’re sure this isn’t just some fanboy thing? ‘Cause I’ve fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.”
Two weeks into a new season and we’ve had two good episodes in a row? I’m feeling almost optimistic, y’all.
I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I’m gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There’s trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don’t sleep on a bed of bones.
This isn’t your business. It’s mine. You, the Initiative, the boys at the Pentagon… You’re in way over your heads. Messing with primeval forces you’ve got no comprehension of… I’m the Slayer. You’re playing on my turf.
“You feel smothered. Trapped like an animal. Pure in its ferocity. Unable to actualize the feelings within. Clinging to one truth, like a flame, struggling to burn within an enclosed glass: that a beast this powerful cannot be contained. Inevitably, it will break free and savage the land again. I will make you whole again, […]
I watched this week’s episode within the context of attending a writing conference. Right before I queued up “The Sun,” I sat in a reading given by the poet D.A. Powell and the author Stacey Levine, and then to an impromptu sharing of student works over beers and wines in the garden of a bar […]