Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

You've reached Fantasia, where the undead live again every night," "For bar hours, press one. To make a party reservation, press two. To talk to alive person or a dead vampire, press three. Or, if you were intending to leave a humorous prank message on our answering machine, know this: we will find you.

When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.

I am self-educated from genre books.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.

I've often wished when I started a book I knew what was going to happen. I talked to writers who write 80-page outlines, and I'm just in awe of that.