Goodreads asked William Kely McClung:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

William Kely McClung She vividly remembered the agony and fear the first time she died, not even seventeen, then the seemingly scalding blood of her first kill, but the priest was still droning on and on, getting to the part about loving forever and till death do we part. She smiled demurely beneath the delicate veil and tried to quell the hunger by concentrating on the quickening pulse just beneath his collared throat, wondering if her betrothed somehow knew when he answered, "I do."

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