My brother's life most resembled an acid trip from Hell.
I'm not joking. Vampire baronesses, insane Faerie queens trying to plunge the world into an new Ice Age, fallen freaking angels bent on another Black Plague, cults of porn-star sorceresses teaming up with the father of his vampire half-brother, his vampire half-brother…the only reason I didn't fall over laughing when I said all that out loud was the fact that I had lived through most of it. And because I was said vampire half-brother.
One thing was for sure.
My life certainly was a lot more interesting with him around.