I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off.

Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.