A review by laurla
Demon Moon by Meljean Brook

"...and the girl came across a cobra curled up against the freezing night air. the cobra begged her to stop and carry him in her pocket until the sun rose in the morning, but she refused. "you will bite me," she said. but the cobra promised not to. "i will die here; if you save me, i will treat you as a friend." the girl was too soft-hearted to let him freeze, and so she picked him up and put him in her pocket. she'd taken not two steps before she felt his fangs against her breast. "why?" she cried, her voice weak from the poison. "you said you would not!" "it is my nature," the cobra replied, "and you knew what i was."

"i either think too much or not at all, and often do both at the same time."

"i try not to think of it. and despite knowing how lucky i am that i went - and that i have this memory to take me back whenever i want - i wish it could fade. it's a blessing and a curse at once."