But that stayed with me, that idea that our skin is a map, to show us where we’ve been, what we’ve done, good and bad. I remember being a little girl and running my finger along a scab, wondering if it’d become a permanent mark, wanting it to.

It was one of the scariest realizations when I first became a vampire— finding that all my scars had disappeared. All the marks and lines. Understanding that my skin would be forever blank.



My father kept dogs on our farm when I was a little girl. Big, mean mastiffs. Six in all. Anyone came inside our gate without ringing and those dogs would run at him.
I never saw them scared. Except this one time… when a gray wolf wandered down to our property from up north. The dogs stayed under our porch all day long, hiding in the shadows. It was a shock to see…
Because it was like the dogs just knew, by instinct, that no matter how many of them there were, the wolf would always be tougher and meaner. 
And the wolf—well, he knew it too.

Favorite ongoing comics: American Vampire

My father kept dogs on our farm when I was a little girl. Big, mean mastiffs. Six in all. Anyone came inside our gate without ringing and those dogs would run at him.

I never saw them scared. Except this one time… when a gray wolf wandered down to our property from up north. The dogs stayed under our porch all day long, hiding in the shadows. It was a shock to see…

Because it was like the dogs just knew, by instinct, that no matter how many of them there were, the wolf would always be tougher and meaner. 

And the wolf—well, he knew it too.

Favorite ongoing comics: American Vampire

See, but that’s the thing I’m learning lately. When you’ve done the things I have, when you’ve started what I’ve started, sometimes the stories out there about you, they take on a life of their own.

Even when you think one is dead and buried, here it comes crawling out of the grave, like I did… evolved and reaching for your throat.

At which point, well, you might as well give up trying to run from them, the stories, and instead accept the truth, you might as well open your ears and say, “All right then, go on, tell me about me and mine…”

I’m Skinner Sweet, the first American Vampire, and I’m fucking listening.