Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly. Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.

The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly. Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.

A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.

“Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?” “I was imagining it was Evor.” “Strange, they do not greatly resemble each other.” “I have a good imagination.” “In that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?”

What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?