A question was posed to me the other day.
If you could write a book, what would it be about?
I talked this over with my husband like the rational people that we are. I said vampires because I had been watching Discovery of Witches on Sundance/Now and it was fresh in my mind.
Then I said wyverns and dragons.
Then he said Vampire Dragons, because why not Vampire Dragons.
Me: Vampire Dragons?
Hubs: Yes, they would bite people and they would turn into more vampire dragons.
Me: So were-dragons?
Hubs: No. They would exchange blood! Humans would sprout wings and be vampires!
Me: But vampires only turn their own species. They eat other species all the time.
I took his exclamation to mean that I won. It wasn’t a contest, but I still won.
And that’s how it should be.