No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket.
Laurell K. HamiltonAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 19, 1963
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