Drink Deep by Chloe Neill

This has got to be a record ... three posts in one day. (Procrastinating much? Who me?)

I just finished Drink Deep by Chloe Neill. You may remember my post regarding the last book - which left me a complete and total wreck. The cliff hanger was a killer. I was literally too upset to read anything for a day after finishing it. (Thanks Chloe. I love when a book hits me like that.)

In Drink Deep, Merit is dealing with the emotional repercussions of the end of the last book (damn, its hard not to give away anything). There's a Receiver in Cadogan House from the vampire council who is making life hell for all the vampires. His mission? To take down the House. Not good. Mallory, Merit's best friend, is acting super bitchy as she begins her magical testing. The Red Guard is working to get Merit to join them.

What I loved about this book ... In the beginning, Merit seems to just be going through the motions as Sentinel. Her emotions seem almost muted. But as the story begins to pick up speed, she begins to deal with things and find a strength within herself that she needed to learn was there. She discovers other things as well (not saying - sorry). And then all hell breaks loose.

This book took some serious twists that I was not expecting. And I am no longer traumatized. Although, I am shocked. And one thing I can say, magic comes with a price. And while Merit might be happy now, I don't think she's going to remain that way. Another excellent cliffhanger.

These books should be on your shelves, people!

Drink Deep gets 5 stars.

Angel Town by Lilith Saintcrow (oh soooo good!)

Angel Town is the final book in Lilith's Jill Kismet series. Can I say it was a powerful, satisfying end to Jill's story? Good. Because I have serious love for Lilith Saintcrow. She can create worlds that I'm able to lose myself in. In fact, I've been known to tell my yakking husband to shut the fuck up when I'm reading one of her books. I'd never say that to my son - however, I have been known to take her books into the bathroom, lock myself in, sit on the floor and read so that I can enjoy them without interruption. (It's the ONLY place I'm allowed any privacy. :p)

Soooo, Angel Town ... How can I describe it? Maybe some of the grittiest, darkest, most graphically satisfying tumble of words I've ever had the pleasure to read. That might MIGHT come close to describing how visual this book is. Jill is, as usual, a total mess. Actually, in this book (if you've read Heaven's Spite, you'll know why) she's pretty much a disaster area. She's lost, she's confused and she's hurting. And freaking Perry - OMG - he's a sadistic evil monster - does his evil best to use her. Thank God for Saul - and Jill's love for him - even if he's a total mess, too. He's the one thing she has to cling to. And can I say, I was clinging to him, too? Because I wasn't sure how this book was going to end. You NEVER know with Lilith - Dante Valentine didn't end up so well. (That was probably the most haunting series I've ever read. It still weighs on me.)

I'm not going to share much about this book. Let's just say things move at a rapid pace and the end is very satisfying.

Now, about writing styles. I'm a huge fan of dark fantasy (I'm a dark kind of girl) and Lilith Saintcrow knows not only how to deliver ... she knows how to deliver with a breath-catching in-your-face brilliance that I don't think is matched by any other author I've read. Her characters are so emotionally charged, they come to life on the pages. I not only understand them, I can feel them. Her worlds are amazingly well thought out and flawlessly delivered. And her writing style? It's visual. Each word, each phrase is chosen with such care that it's like poetry to my emo soul. And Angel Town may be her best book yet.

Thank you Lilith for delivering another wonderful, beautiful, dark tale of life, despair, hope, redemption and love.

Books Read in October - a little late, but hey...

So, my reading log isn't great for this month either. HOWEVER, I read some truly phenomenal books. I've already blogged about a couple of them, so I think I'll keep this short (besides I want to blog specifically about a couple more). Without further ado, here is my reading for October:

Soul Thief by Jana Oliver (5 Stars)

Spider’s Revenge by Jennifer Estep (5 Stars)

Trial by Fire by Jennifer Lynn Barnes (5 Stars)

Mob Rules by Cameron Haley (5 Stars)

Skeleton Crew by Cameron Haley (5 Stars)

Angel Town by Lilith Saintcrow (6 Stars)

Yeah, it was a good month, never mind that I only read six books. They were six awesome books! 

Barnes & Noble - you know where this is going, right? (a vent)

Today there are a boatload of new releases I'm itching to read. My local B&N (in Hingham, MA) is the most unpleasant bookstore in the world. Last week, when I ran there, they didn't have the latest releases for Richard Kadrey or Julie Kagawa (as well as several others). In addition, they'd shrunk their romance section to half it's size, their sci-fi section to 1/3 its size & the young adult to maybe half it's size. Basically, 1/3 of the store is high end home shit & children's toys, 1/4 is their "Nook Department", and the books are crammed in the rest. I won't go into the stuck up, snotty attitude of the employee's because I could spend HOURS on that.

There's also a B&N in Braintree, but its half the size of the Hingham store & is shrinking in the same way.

So, based on the luck I had hunting down books last week (don't ask), I decided I wasn't going to risk it. I was making the run to B&N in Burlington. If you don't live in MA, that's about a 47 mile drive from where I live. Yeah. Up Rtes. 24 & 128 which is under construction. But damn it, Lilith Saintcrow, Devon Monk and Chloe Neill all had books coming out & I know that B&N Hingham doesn't have either Lilith or Chloe's books.

I think they think anyone that reads urban fantasy is a satan worshipper. I know they think everyone that walks through the door is part of the unwashed masses they have to avoid. Perhaps we're a zombie horde. I don't know.

Aaaanyway, I drove 45 minutes (do the math - I was flying) up to Burlington. I found last week's releases easily enough. None of this weeks releases were on the shelves. So, I forced myself to approach an employee (generally, they're okay in this store) and asked. She had five carts of books in front of her, loaded with teen, sci-fi and romance books. In addition, there were several sealed boxes. I knew KNEW this was where I would find today's releases. In fact, Lilith's book was right there in plain sight. So I asked for it. She wouldn't let me touch the stack, but deigned to pull the book out of the stack and give it to me. Then I asked for Devon's book. She told me it was with the new releases. It wasn't. I went back to her. She allowed me to look at the books on the carts (but not touch). I found Chloe's book, which she removed. She put it in my basket doing her best not to even interact with me. But Devon's book wasn't there. She finall,y with a big huff, looked it up on the system. Turns out it was in one of the boxes right there at our feet.

She refused to open them.

I explained that I'd driven an HOUR there and had an HOUR drive home and that I did that for these three books. I told her she wouldn't even have to look for it, I would do it. There were four boxes, none of them big enough to hold more than 20 mass market paperback books.

She again REFUSED to open the boxes. When I pleaded with her, she told me to take it up with the front counter. Maybe one of them would be willing to come up & find the book in the boxes since she was busy SHELVING them. WHAT??!?

Yes, you heard that right. She was opening these boxes and shelving these books. She knew the book was in one of the five unopened boxes. She was going to have to open those boxes eventually. She had them laid out to be opened. She knew I'd made a two hour round trip drive. It was her job to open those boxes and shelf them and she REFUSED to help me.

I left B&N without the damn book. Can you believe that?

On the way home I stopped at New England Mobile Bookfair, an indie bookstore that is both amazing and overwhelming (they shelve all their books by publisher). They were more than willing to look for Devon's book for me. They found Hannah Jayne and Celia Jerome's books (which were probably in those unopened boxes at B&N as well). But they hadn't received Magic on the Line yet. (They were expecting the shipment late afternoon.) They apologized profusely, offered to hold a copy for me, offered to ship the book to me (when they found out how far I drove). That's customer service.

Unfortunately I still don't have Magic on the Line by Devon Monk. I don't even have anyplace else to go to find it around here. (I miss Borders so much.)

Now all I can do is order it from Amazon and wait another few days for it to come. Once again B&N employees have proved to be complete and total douchebags. I hope they go out of business. (And that's saying something coming from me.)

THE VACUUM - Happy Halloween everyone!

THE VACUUM

There’s a vacuum under my bed.

I’m not talking about a Hoover or a Bissell either. No. This is a black hole, a swirling vortex, the kind of vacuum that sucks things into it.

Nothing ever comes back out.

It’s not a big hole – maybe the size of a softball – but it can stretch when it’s got something it really wants. Something like Fifi.

My poodle.

Stupid ugly dog.

Stupid Brian.

He was playing fetch with her in the hallway. My bedroom sits at the end of the hall, my bed right there at the end of a perfect straight line. Brian tossed the ball. Fifi chased it. I gave it an extra tap as it sailed past me, Fifi in close pursuit. The ball rolled under the bed and whoosh, it was gone. Fifi followed.

She didn’t go so quickly.

Her head went in first. I guess she didn’t have the smarts or the instinct to avoid a slurping black hole in the floor. She jammed her head in after the ball and her body started twitching. The hole made a sound like a groan. It wasn’t Fifi that made the sound - that much I know. It groaned. It pulled. It sucked. It churned. And then it stretched like a tight rubber band expanding to swallow her in.

I didn’t expect the ball to roll under the bed like that. Not really. And Fifi? Well, geez, who would have expected that? Maybe I could have stopped her. I didn’t.

Brian tried to grab her by her back feet but I stopped him. If it could pull Fifi in, then it might be able to expand and pull him in. I might be able to explain Fifi’s disappearance, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to explain Brian’s vanishing act to my parents. 

Brian thinks the hole is cool. He's a boy. He likes all kinds of crap that's weird.

It was easy to convince him not to tell.

Mom and Dad weren’t home from work yet, so we had time to come up with a believable story. It didn’t take much of an effort. We agreed to say Fifi had slipped out the open door. Brian even volunteered to be the scapegoat if they asked who left the door open. It was his fault she was gone after all.

I felt bad about the dog. Honestly. Well, mostly. Stupid yappy little thing. But at least I didn’t have to worry about her peeing all over stuff I left on the floor anymore. And done is done. She was gone. There was no getting her back.

I don’t think Brian felt bad at all. He seemed almost relieved. But then again, he was the one that had to walk her every day and I know he got teased about it. The boys in the neighborhood call him names. A fat boy walking a pink poodle is easy to tease. If they called me names like that, I would have probably made Fifi disappear any way I could.

Without her around, he does’t have to do the daily walks and pooper scooping. He can hang out on his bedroom computer and concentrate on playing Halo.

I suppose you’re wondering why we don’t tell our parents about the vacuum. That’s easy. Adults don’t believe in things like monsters and magic and black holes under beds. They’d just think we were making stuff up. Even if they looked, I don’t think they’d see it. Adults are blind like that.

Now you’re wondering how can I be sure that adults can’t see the vacuums. I’d argue that it’s not like it’s the only vacuum I’ve ever seen. They’re everywhere, especially in places that attract large crowds – schools, grocery stores, malls. Most aren’t much bigger than the hole under my bed. They suck in receipts, barrettes, earrings, keys, candies – stupid things people lose every day. No one misses that stuff. And if you don’t notice the lost stuff, you aren’t going to notice the holes eating the lost stuff.

Oblivious. That’s what most people are.

Some vortexes are big enough to swallow a car.

I think the Bermuda Triangle might be one of them.

I learned about that in school. Scientists think its electromagnetic fields or gigantic gas pockets. I’m betting it’s a huge vacuum. For that reason alone, when I’m an adult, I’ll never fly or sail near that area. A vortex that can suck up a squadron of planes is not something to mess around with.

My black hole has sucked up everything from shoes to toys, from tennis balls to homework, from spiders to Fifi. It even sucked up the china doll my great-aunt Mabel gave me. She was an antique – the doll, not Aunt Mabel – made of porcelain, with sleepy eyes and an open mouth. She had real human hair, too, and a pretty black dress.

I stuffed her in the hole because she wouldn’t stop staring at me. Doll’s eyes are creepy, especially the really old dolls. And her mouth? It was one of those special dolls where there was actually a hole into the doll’s head. A spider crawled out of it once. Yuck. Aunt Mabel thought she was pretty. I just thought she was evil.

I think it’s growing – my vacuum. After it ate Fifi, it shrunk right back down to size and didn’t eat anything for a week. I guess Fifi must have been filling. I can’t imagine why, though. She was mostly all that puffy hair with skinny bones and not much meat. Maybe black holes aren’t too picky.

Once it started eating again, I fed it things. I like feeding it things. I like the sounds it makes as it crushes things; the way things get sucked down in as if they're being tugged. 

It’ s... interesting. 

And it eats everything I give it – old sneakers, cooked spinach smuggled from my dinner plate, the ugly dress my mom bought me for Easter. I hated that dress. It was all ruffly and itchy, with big pink flowers on the skirt and something called crinoline. I called it torture.

Brian gives it bugs, dirt and other boy stuff. He tried to feed it mom’s leftover meatloaf, but the vortex didn’t touch it. The stuff just kind of swirled over the top and didn’t go down. I don’t blame it. Neither one of us wanted to eat that stupid meatloaf either. Its always too greasy and sometimes it has hard lumps in it. I’d rather eat Fifi.

Sometimes it makes sounds - soft moans and whispers. Like maybe something is on the other side trying to find a way out. When that happens, I talk to it. I tell it secrets. It eats those, too. Like how I saw Myles, the next door neighbor and some girl doing it in his bedroom. Or how I stole Lucy Jordan’s favorite Barbie the time she stayed over. Of course, it probably knew about that anyway because I fed that dumb Barbie to it, too. I’m not stupid. If I’d been caught with it, I would have been in big trouble. I didn’t want it anyway. I just didn’t want her to have it anymore.

Tonight, it’s making loud sucking noises. I think something is happening with it. But my lights are off and there’s no way I’m going to go turn on the light so that I can look. Something about it sounds dangerous. Hungry. Starving maybe.

I’ve already tossed my pillow under there. And my comforter. I won’t miss them. The comforter was pink and mint green flowers and ponies on it, and the pillow was just lumpy. I don’t know how I’m going to explain those disappearances to my mom, but I’ll come up with something. I can’t say the dog ate it. We don’t have a dog anymore.

Maybe its clogged or something. If I had a flashlight, I could check. The comforter was pretty bulky. But I don’t have my flashlight anymore. The vacuum ate it last night. It likes flashlights a lot. It’s eaten every single one in the house. Dad keeps replacing them, and he’s pretty mad about it. He doesn’t blame me, though. He thinks Brian is swiping them and losing them in the woods.

Brian’s grounded right now because of it.

He threatened to tell mom and dad about the vacuum because he’s tired of getting in trouble for things disappearing. I would’t mind getting in trouble for all of our missing stuff because I didn’t like most of it and I’m just glad it’s gone. Even Fifi. Smelly dog.

Brian’s been kind of a jerk lately anyway. He’s fourteen. He thinks he knows everything. For instance, he thinks the vacuum under the bed goes to Hell. Like the devil would put a vortex in my bedroom. I mean, come on. What would Hell need with a bunch of paper clips?

I wonder whether Brian’s sleeping. He went to bed right after dinner as part of being grounded. No TV for him. No computer either. That sucks. Me, I’d watched American Idol and wished I could stuff some of those singers in the vortex. I don’t know why some of them think they can sing. Bet no one would miss them.

I wonder how long it would take the hole to get hungry after eating a person. I mean, if it was full for a week after Fifi, would someone Brian’s size feed it for a month? A year? Longer?

Doesn’t matter. It probably couldn’t stretch that wide anyway. Brian is pretty fat. He probably should have walked Fifi more.

I peek over the edge of the bed to see if I can tell what was going on with the hole. It's really dark under there, but I can just see it if I concentrate hard on the spot. A small piece of my comforter is still sticking out of it. Geez, I hope all that fluff didn’t give it indigestion. If it's still making that awful sound in the morning, I’ll feed it some Tums or something.

Or maybe Brian.

That thought makes me giggle. Would he scream as it pulled him in? Or would he be too shocked to do anything? Would it hurt? If the way Fifi had twitched and fought was any indication, it probably doesn’t feel good. Maybe I can convince him to come in and try to pull my comforter back out of the vacuum. See what happens.

Would he do it? Probably not. He's too chicken.

Maybe I could tell him I heard Fifi barking down in there. He felt bad when mom cried about that ugly pink dog going missing. Not bad enough to tell her where Fifi had gone, but still. Would he stick his hand in if he thought he could be a big hero and rescue that stupid dog? Maybe.

But I wouldn’t really do that, would I?

The vacuum seems to be laughing a little bit as if it can hear what I'm thinking about. It is pretty funny. I can imagine Brian getting pulled in. His feet kicking. His eyes all buggy. Would he be too fat to fit?

I could tell mom and dad he ran away. They would believe it. They fight all the time about things going missing. I know they;re worried he was selling stuff to pay for drugs. I've heard them talking about it late at night. They might even think he sold Fifi for drugs.

If he disappeared, they would believe he ran away. And I’d have them all to myself. No stupid fat brother to embarrass me anymore.

Maybe I'll try it tomorrow. See what happens. Brian probably won’t go for. He’s started wearing a cross to protect him from whatever's in there. Stupid.

It isn’t a hole to Hell. I’d know.

The vacuum lets out a huge slurp and I know my comforter is gone. Just like everything else I hate.

Tomorrow, while Mom and Dad are gone to work, it will be Brian.

:D

Hope you enjoyed my little Halloween horror story! Karen

Apparently my 15 year old self kept a book list, too....

I'm having a strange nostalgic moment. I'm trying to clean out the clutter in my house & in doing so, I've found several stories & a bunch of poetry that I wrote in my teenage/college years, along with all kinds of crazy stuff. (I was president of The Nice Buns Club in college - which involved oogling college boys' asses & trying to get in a squeeze at bars - and a contest for Best Buns at the end of the year. Yes, I was a total degenerate.)

The most interesting thing I found so far? A Star Wars notebook with an alphabetical list of the books I'd read over the course of the year at the age of 15. I didn't remember keeping a list, so it cracked me up. Apparently I was into lists back then, too. More interesting, though, is the books I read:

Alien (horror - loved the movie, too)
The Amityville Horror by Jay Anson (horror  - snitched from my father's shelves)
A Man Called Intrepid by William Stevenson (a true account of WWII and a spy - I can't fathom why I read this one although I vaguely remember it - weird)
Bugs in Your Ears by Betty Bates (emo story)
The Best Little Girl in the World by Steven Levenkron (emo - anorexia)
Break a Leg Betsy Maybe by Lee Kingman (dunno - guessing emo)
Cry for the Strangers by John Saul (horror - purchased in secret & hid from my parents cause it was creepy scary)
The Catherine Wheel by Jean Stafford (emo)
The Cliffs of Dread by Virginia Coffman (thriller - story of people who wrecked ships to rob them)
Cruel Shoes by Steve Martin (twisted stories - still have it on my shelves)
The Chopin Express by Howard Kaplan (espionage - inspired my first foray into story writing)
The Cranshaw Inheritance by Christine Etheridge (historical romance/suspense)
Dinky Hocker Shoots Smack by M.E. Kerr (emo)
The Devil's Doorstep by Marian Rumsey (I have no idea - guessing horror)
Deep Space by ?? (completely clueless but might have been a sci-fi anthology)
The Doubting Kind by Alison Prince (emo)
Dear Judgement by John Crosby (I assume its one I snuck from dear dad's stash - looks like a crime story)
Eye of the Gods by Richard Owen (again, no clue)
First Step by Jean Richardson (emo)
Find a Stranger, Say Goodbye by Lois Lowry (emo)
French Postcards by Norma Klein (emo)
Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews (horror - and incest! eek)
Going Crazy by T. Hemmings (anorexia)
Gretchen, I Am by Carroll E. Jay (pretty sure this was horror)
Gentlehands by M.E. Kerr (emo)
The Golden Unicorn by Phyllis A. Whitney (suspense)
Get a Little Lost Tia by Phyllis Anderson Wood (emo)
The Hawkline Monster by Richard Brautigan (horror)
House Malign by Julie Wellsley (I assume horror - that seems to be a theme)
Haunted Houses by ?? (I'm guessing an anthology of ghost stories?)
Horizon by Helen MacInnes (thriller)
House of Strangers by Jennifer Hale (gothic thriller)
It's Okay if You Don't Love Me by Norma Klein (emo)
It's Not the End of the World by Judy Blume (emo)
Is There Life on a Plastic Planet by Mildred Ames (horror - about a girl who replaces herself with a lifesize doll - creepy)
Ice Castles by Leonore Fleischer (romance/emo - yes, I had a whole "Robby Benson is a doe eyed god" thing going on)
If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits by Erma Bombeck (the woman who made me really want to pursue writing)
Kiss a Stranger by Glenna Finley (romance - have a feeling I swiped this from mom's stash)
The Lansing Legacy by Ann Hyman (looks like a thriller)
Lady of Mallow by Dorothy Eden  (historical suspence/romance)
Like Mother, Like Me by Sheila Schwartz (emo)
Letter Perfect by Charles P. Crawford (emo)
Morning is a Long Time Coming by Bette Greene (emo mystery)
My Name is Davy I'm An Alcoholic by Anne Snyder (obviously, emo)
Mom, the Wolfman and Me by Norma Klein (emo - apparently a was a big fan of Norma)
The Magician's Sleeve by J.C. Conaway (I have no idea - at this point, I'm assuming horror)
Mistress Masham's Repose by T.H. White (girl discovers Lilliput - comedy urban fantasy?)
Night of the Scorpion by Rosemary Carter (dunno... horror? thriller? gothic?)
Nightmares by ?? (I'm assuming it was the poems by Prelutsky about monsters)
Night Stalks the Mansion by Harold Cameron and Constance Westbie (true ghost story)
The Ouija Board (I think this was a non-fiction book, because my parents gave us a ouija board that year & we were trying to contact the ghost that lived in our house - let's just say we put it away after several freaky things happened - truth)
Out of Love by Hilma Wolitzer (emo)
Outrun the Dark by Cecilia Bartholomew (horror - about a girl who supposedly murdered her brother & got locked in a mental institute)
The Phaedra Complex by Jeannette Eyerly (looks like a bad thriller/romance)
Punish the Sinners by John Saul (horror - kept this one hidden from my parents!)
Play Misty For Me (thriller - swiped from my father's bookshelf)
Rosemary's Baby (horror - again, swiped from dad)
Ronnie and Rosey by Judie Angell (emo)
Rich Kids by H.B. Gilmour (don't know -- here's a guess...emo? lol)
Sea Cliff by M Thomas Hinkemeyer (I'm guessing again...historical thriller? gothic?)
Sunshine by Norma Klein (emo emo emo - I remember this one)
The Son of Someone Famous by M.E. Kerr (emo)
Sooner or Later by Carole and Bruce Hart (emo)
7 Ways to Tell Fortunes & Predict the Future by  Jodra Petrie (don't know but guessing it was non-fiction)
Suffer the Children by John Saul (horror - again, a secret purchase)
The Sound of Midnight by Charles Grant (horror)
Something Left to Lose by Robin F. Brancato (emo)
Shadow of the Tamaracks by Sara North (I'm guessing from the cover...romance/thriller)
Seventh All Hallows Eve by Ruby Jean Jensen (looks like a gothic horror)
The Terror Trap by Willo Davis Roberts (gothic thriller)
The Tower Room by ?? (not sure who wrote it since there are 3 books by that title from the late 70's - but all of them are gothic thrillers)
The Touch of Evil by Lydia Colby (gothic thriller)
The Testing of Charlie Hammerman by Jerome Brooks (about a boy afraid of swimming - something I'm not to fond of myself)
The Turning Place by Naomi J Karp (about prejudice - emo)
There is a Season by ?? (again multiple books by that title - I think it was about a Jewish girl and Catholic boy - emo)
Two for Survival by Arthur J. Ross (about two diverse boys on a plane that crashes in the wilderness)
Voices Long Hushed by Barbara Ann Pauley (gothic horror)
Wrath of the Lion by Jack Higgins (from my dad's collection)
The White Jade Fox by Andre Norton (gothic thriller)
Where are the Children (horror - snitched from dad's stack)
Planet of the Apes (sci-fi obviously)
Beneath the Planet of the Apes (sci-fi)
Logan's Run (sci-fi - loved this one)
Logan's World (sci-fi)
The Omen (horror of course)
Damien: The Omen II (horror)

Apparently I was into emo "my-life-sucks" books, gothic novels, thrillers and horror. I remember the horror books because my parents would have freaked if they'd found out I was reading them. (I started sneaking them when I was 11 or 12.)

In honor of Halloween...If I were a supernatural creature....

...I'm giving this way more thought than I should. But I'm bored, so here goes.

I wouldn't want to be a werewolf. A) they're hairy B) canines lick their own asses C) the whole shape shifting thing has to hurt and I'm not a fan of pain.

I wouldn't want to be part of the seelie court. A) they remind me of the shallow girls who made me miserable in high school only with magic B) I can't see myself running around in a long flowing dress C) I'm not into pinks and pastels D) I'm not cheerful kind of gal E) some of them are ridiculously tiny

I wouldn't want to be a ghost A) I wouldn't like being invisible to most people B) I couldn't eat pizza C) I'd be dead (although passing through walls might be fun).

I wouldn't want to be a demon A) ummmm.. evil? B) evil evil evil C) fire and hell...hello?!? evil

I wouldn't want to be an angel A) no freedom of choice B) a tough boss C) no sex

I wouldn't want to be a gargoyle A) they turn to stone during the day B) they're not very sociable C) gray doesn't look good on me.

I wouldn't want to be a mermaid, selkie or any other water creature A) I don't like deep water B) I'm more of a drowner than a swimmer C) I can't open my eyes underwater

I wouldn't want to be a zombie A) they're dead B) they're rotting C) they eat brains.

I could probably live with being a vampire (what the hell does that say about me?) Although A) the whole blood thing...euwww B) frying in sunlight would suck C) I like silver jewelry.

That could also probably find something in the unseelie court....which is filled with all kinds of scary ass creatures...as long as there was no A) blood sucking B) flesh eating C) pastel clothing.

After thinking about it (way too long and hard), I guess I'd like being a witch or magic wielder. I also wouldn't mind being a magical shape shifter (I do have a little native american blood). A kitsune would be okay. Or maybe a coyote.

And yes, this year for Halloween I will be giving out candy in a witch costume :D

So what would you choose to be?