My favorite thing said to me today, taken completely out of context: “Cthulhu has no interest in controlling your uterus.”
Quick set up: Kitty Norville is an “out of the closet” werewolf who hosts her own syndicated late night radio talk show about the supernatural and all the things and people related to it. In the tenth installment of this series, Kitty has been invited to be the keynote speaker for the world’s very first International Conference on Paranatural Studies, taking place in London. Now enjoy the quote… 🙂
“Uh, hi, Kitty. Thanks.” He was male, laid back. He sounded kind of stoned, actually.
“You have a question or comment?”
“Yeah, so this thing’s in London, right? You’re going to London?”
“I think that’s what I’ve said about a dozen times over the last hour in a shameless bid for self-promotion.”
“Right.” He sniggered, like he was suppressing giggles. “So that’ll make you”—more sniggering—“an American werewolf in–”
I cut him off. “I’m sorry, I seem to have lost that call. And I’d better not hear any Warren Zevon references either. Sheesh, people. Let’s break for station I.D.”
I had a feeling I was going to be hearing lots of cracks like that over the next few weeks. I didn’t need to start now.
Natalie was buried in the family plot, next to the gravestone that already bore her parents’ names. I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it’s the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.