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138 pages, ebook
First published June 9, 2013
I liked to send their ashes in a box. Just my little way of saying "thanks for biting me and leaving me for dead, you asshole".
Sometimes I sent a note. Last time I sent a photocopy of my ass.
"You'll want to keep him on a short leash. Lonely vampires are like wild dogs."
"He eats squirrels, is that normal?"
There was a long pause.
I would have been happier if he'd managed something like a wolf, or a bat, something traditional and in keeping with his new position.
I had to admit he was an adorable squirrel, though.
That warehouse was worse than even my apartment, though I'd lived in worse. I'd spent twenty years in a rotting shack by the seaside. A wonderful twenty years, actually. I'd hunted sharks. It was mildly suicidal, I admit it.
"I suppose you only date Irishmen?"
"Before you... I had a typewriter and - one night stands."
"Don't feel bad, most of my relationships have ended in murder."
"Fine." I shook my head. "Let's go squirrel hunting."
It one was unfamiliar with the vampire hunting habits, they could be forgiven for assuming the handsome young man in the suit with no shoes or socks climbing into a tree in the middle of winter was insane, or drunk. Cillian wasn't drunk, but I did wonder now and then about his sanity. This was one of those now and thens.