My favorite fantasy? You come down into my daytime resting place stark naked," he said, and I could see the gleam of his teeth as he smiled. "Oh, wait," Bill said. "That's already happened.

He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.

As I watched Bill, waiting with apparent calm for death to come to him, I had a flash of him as I'd known him: the first vampire I'd ever met, the first man I'd ever gone to bed with, the first suitor I'd ever loved. Everything that followed had tainted those memories, but for one moment I saw him clearly, and I loved him again.

Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.