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.

Hubs:Dammit.

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.