• The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

    Christopher Pike (2013). “Thirst: Thirst No. 1; Thirst No. 2; Thirst”, p.20, Simon and Schuster