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“Damn. Totally forgot. Guess I just got my man card yanked for not realizing football season had started. In my defense, I am a college fan (Go Longhorns!) and they don’t follow the same schedule as the NFL. I’m from the South, what can I say? It’s all about the college ball down here. I glanced up at the TV to see the Cowboys were indeed playing, and shook my head. Not a fan. Nope.”
― Blood Bites: Three Vampire Tales
― Blood Bites: Three Vampire Tales
“the Zie threw a ceremony for each sylph. Drinks flowed”
― Enchanted Immortals
― Enchanted Immortals
“He was Italian, young, and good-looking.”
― Enchanted Immortals
― Enchanted Immortals
“Three months ago, Jim had received the phone call”
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
“The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.” Joseph Conrad PROLOGUE Washington, D.C. – 1945 It was one a.m. and the small pub was closing. The D.C. night was quiet and had died down, and he was spent. A long week of college classes and a part-time job in a small diner had left him purely exhausted. He slipped out of Joe’s Tavern and looked both ways down the foggy street before making his way along the sidewalk. Dim orange streetlights barely lit his way, every other one seemed to flicker, as if about to go out. The snapping of his shoes on the concrete was the only sound to keep him company. The quiet February night was cold and blustery, and the whiskey he’d consumed in the tavern was the only thing keeping him warm. He walked quickly past businesses, such as butcher shops and beauty shops. They were closed up tight for the night, and the weekend for that matter, and lay silent and dark as he passed. His breath turned to mist in the air as he hurried along. He pulled the collar of his beige trench coat up tighter around his throat as he walked with his head down. He only had five blocks to make it to his modest downtown apartment. His father was a high-ranking government official in the FBI and was paid very well for his talents. As a World War I vet, his father had seen his share of horrors and dumped every last ounce of his energy into his job at the FBI, fighting crime. He was well respected and valued amongst his civil service peers, supervisors, and subordinates. He thought about his father and how much he, too, respected him. It was hard to grow up”
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
“of that is true, but there are a very small number of us who are actually in charge of investigating… the strange and unusual. It’s our job to keep things that Americans cannot make sense of away from the public eye.” Jim cocked his head to the side, interested, but serious. “Such as?” The General looked hesitant. “Open mind, right, Jim?” At Jim’s nod, the General took a deep breath. “Extraterrestrial sightings, succubae, werewolves, shapeshifters, and vampires.”
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
“shapeshifters,”
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
“Have a seat, Tony,” SAC Green said.”
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
“I snorted at that. He”
― Above Protection
― Above Protection
“parties and cookouts”
― Above Protection
― Above Protection
“cocked”
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation
― BSI: Bureau of Supernatural Investigation




