CategoryMisfits of Magic

Gale didn’t usually shop at the SuperSav, but it was the only grocery store near the Border that was open all night long.  The need to accomodate his vampire’s assistant’s nocturnal hours had thrown off his entire schedule.  Nowadays he slept the day away, and had to shop at SuperSav in the evening as a result. It wasn’t that SuperSav was a dingy grocery store like Piggly-Dixie...

“What’s the most evil thing you’ve ever done?” Gale considered the question.  Cynthia, the vampire teenager sitting across from him, had asked the question as part of their nightly banter as they waited for, hoped for, a new client to walk into the S.P.A.  He went through all the required motions to wheedle his brain into providing an answer, but none was forthcoming.  He said...

The teenage vampire sitting across from Gale sat hunched in the chaise lounge chair, her entire body pressed against the back cushion like an amorous dog if amorous dogs liked to press against seat cushions. Her knees were high against her cheekbones, with only the top of her nose and eyes skulking from behind the gangly protuberances. A vampire Kilroy, her despondent eyes stared at nothing in...

Gale stood at the threshold of the vampire’s lair and questioned the soundness of his decision to come here. There were a million things he could be doing instead of pleading with his bladder to not embarrass him. He wasn’t even sure his pleas would be honored; his entire digestive track had decided that now was the time to protest the decisions of the brain. He had a moment of regret regarding...