"Almost every week I'll have a nightmare of some sort. . . . I don't know what that says about my psychological stability, but man, have they ever provided me with material!"

"Anyone other than an anthvoke would want something from me in return. Anthvokes aren't interested in flesh." She tugged at the front of her sweat-stained tank top, briefly revealing the butterfly tattoo over her petite breasts. "Do you really want to share me with someone else?"