I always knew there were vampires, dude,” he’d said. “Because, you know how there’s people you know who, like, always look the same, even when they’re, like, a hundred years old? Like David Bowie? That’s because they’re vampires.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.

I like to listen to music that fits with what I'm writing. For each book, I've assembled a playlist, so readers can get a sense of what I was listening to while I was writing.

The world is the same but you are different

Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner-black hair, blue eyes, honest.

Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.