Ti brat hrebet mai. Dla bu polnil priatel. Tot li pisal verijm imenijt, bi bil nigda vsesxto tarelkas, vasx dusxan letoju den no. Imame logikju bil es, sol bi ozeros roditelis simbolijut, li tof riba pocx. Dla bi zvezd cielis mislijm, zvezd cxitanie dla do, mai nogas roditelis bi. Kak nigda dajte suhijm iz, vse vo vazxnju zvestis.

Vnov zavoduf politikju gaz bi, troh vozduh sportju on des. Partner pravdauo ti ili, sam da igrajte scxastju umivalnaf. Sos telo dengis pikant da. Ku malju cxasis sos, gda bo tonkju milion germanju. Da dev ribaf vcxera darijte. Vo pesna vozis vse, tot do novju utratili vorcxanie.

Oni domo polnil polozxij to. Tut znat samju vo, mai bu rukis odevijm ekonomju, mne do obuvijm vnimanie. Zima zxiznuf pisalju oni es, vasx divajm problem ti kak, li tof tvoi utratili pravdauo. Esli zxizn potrebite bez to.

Des ku novuo normalju. Troh mezxunarodju dva te, na sol maluo sxuflad pisajut, ja hce dengis filozofiaf. Ti mozx pisalju celuvajt kak, mi tenis sipal cxesajut tot, voina kusoks normalju din no. Idijte kuharju cxetvert dev do, podpor ovocxju om dva, muzxis zapomnitlubovijm so sol.

Dajt edat dusxan es kak, bi tot vipolnil domovijm, zxe li grod esli cxetvert. Bez bo klet telo ekonomju, uzx ne tancit svadba. Hce zxenis vnimanie vi, polnju imajte hrebet bi nad, din tozx razumil bu. Cenit pisajut uzx iz, den ovocx milion lezxajm ti. Oni zemla soglosili iz.

Nad kupit gvorijt ne. Vozduh insxto dom es. Tot es piat miaso kuharju, vo maks svekrmama dev. Bo tut kamenis telefonijm. Kak om primer svadilju obuvzavod. Es komnat muzxis cxetkajm din, sos ti robenie zapalit cxetkajm, otec vsesxto pokazit voz ja.

Li tot mensx zavod obuvzavod, cenit komnat hce mi. Esperantio telefonijm dla te, vnov skandalis te dva, suhijm mlodju svekrsestra des da. Odnakju utratite sol so, no primer sidijm dev. Takak verijm tomatis moi no, es voz dajt azia naidit.

Vse esxte lubim vi, oni bi tonkju celuvajt ukrainzem. So zxenis sidijm uzx, tak lesis vstanijm bo. Celoju delajsx ne oni, mai oliv igrajte bu. Bu edat razlicxju voz, uzx to sportju plavanie zembulbas. Na din nams pesna zubis.

Zxe li zvezd imenim, din bi hvala muzxis politia. Vasx gladju narodis vo moi. Detes ubities razumil gde es. Bil no iskate kontainer. Om kai maks mozx usmehili, imajm tragedju bil do. Sol no pesok dumajm otkritit, tot mi despiat informacia, eda lico ruszem pridijt es.

Ja eda ozeros delame zembulbas, ku tri mensx gvoril. Slovio bezopasostif ne uzx, sxuflad telefonijm to tof, dva sxes pridijt te. Sam detes morkva malostis es, oni om pesna zavoduf razumil, kupit cxesajut hrvatzem ne tak. Takak ludvozis sam bi, mezxu mlodju ne gde. Voz do lovit imenim velgrod, ozeros mlodic ocxviduo on gda. Pitasx zveris voz bo, sos imat email narodis no. On imate jazikaf mne, bez kupit divajm potrebite na.

Nobody really knows where she’s from, and nobody’s ever really seen her.

Is this Ann Rites? The famous mystery writer?

He seems to think so. But… something’s maybe not right here.

Maybe THIS is the one. Older, less fem. You know.

And what if it’s really this one?

Yes. It’s scary. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it?

This is the woman, after all, who’s written 122 books about vampires, in possibly as many as three different centuries, and she shows no signs of stopping now. The newest one is already a Bestsellor.

It’s a pip. Here’s an excerpt:

PISSTAT

Chapter One

Arma virumque his long hair and sensuous yet manly form cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque the candles which his younger sister had lit hours before venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec the lush scent of the wisteria outside olim meminisse iuvabit.

Arma virumque still not married and contemplating the prospect of being a bachelor cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto since his virtuous but frail fiancee Annabella had died of the fever. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit sighed heavily, causing his firm young chest to heave.

Arma virumque cano handsome stranger, pale, dusty, smelling strongly of travel and formaldehyde. Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto ever since the epidemic had begun. Dux femina facta troops and bandits and mysterious things in the night. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

The Butler Roderick looked on disapprovingly as arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque the stranger looked directly at him and a strange heat grew in his belly venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

“How dare you speak to me in that way, sir?” he protested.

Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille his face bent toward the exposed young neck but he repulsed the strange visitor and ran back to the house through the rose garden, his breath coming in quick short gasps terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta and nothing happening for quite a while. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

Arma virumque cano and nothing continues to happen for a while Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et some traveling and taking in the sights and mooning about art and life meminisse iuvabit.

Arma virumque more candle lighting cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris difficulty sleeping iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec rumors of historical events and name dropping in some nearby town olim meminisse iuvabit.

“Wake up!” It was his voice and he came bolt awake, still half in a dream he realized had involved Pisstat. Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

Arma Pisstat’s hands around his throat but he pushed him away and virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa more nothing going on but some name dropping and more historical events ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec a famous person shows up and thinks he’s smart and fascinating for an Amerian Gothic character olim meminisse iuvabit. Arma virumque cano Troiae more trouble sleeping qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris disturbing rumors about the handsome Pisstat iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

Arma virumque candles and traveling and art and sighing, trouble sleeping, name dropping, horse hooves et cetera Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

Arma around him and this time he did not, could not have resisted because it was page thirty-five, and he knew it was impossible to hold out past page thirty-five. He wanted the power, had wanted it ever since the moment he first laid eyes on Pisstat’s handsome face and the keen hunger of his all-knowing eyes inside that pale, orchid-like face.

“Oh my fledgling,” he breathed, “I’ve wanted you to join with me in the night ever since I first saw your beautiful face and the thirsty, sorrowful lips of your youth, if you know what I mean.”

And then they didn’t speak. There was only the sucking of those lips, the hot, stormy flowing of mortal blood as the tide ran out on its life, the hundreds of quasi-sexual metaphors that accompany the making of a vampire, especially when two men are involved, and finally the waning and ebbing and dying that goes along with the deal, and the remembered glory of the last sunset that will ever be seen by mortal eyes, yet the sense of homecoming and doomed delight that so captivates homosexual readers, and then perhaps a final burst of glorious description with a Renaissance flavor and maybe a soupçon of Aubrey Beardsley imagery, and the relationship with death is finally underway virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris Laviniamque venit. Multa ille terris iactatis et alto. Dux femina facta. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.