For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.

One of the things is that in times of severe disorder, you can't worry about the dead, only the living.

Quick! Head for the ground floor! We have to get out! We will die if we stay! The vampires are here!" "Haven't you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?

Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you're head on a brick wall?" Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads.

The world won't end with a bang or a whimper. It'll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl.

What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs." "We don't grow fangs you idiot!

I know who the demon thief is - it's me!