Sorry, we've got ghosts.

Memories were short and history unkind. It was the way of the world.

Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris, Ni mal no·m sent e si l’ai gran, Quar de s’amor no suy devis, Ni no sai si ja n’aurai ni quan, Qu’en lieys es tota le mercés Que·m pot sorzer o decazer.” “Not dying nor living nor healing, there is no pain in my sickness, for I am not kept from her love. I don’t know if I will ever have it, for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power.

there’s nothing more powerful than human fear—not magic, not vampire strength. Nothing.

Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi

All that children need is love, a grown-up to take responsibility for them, and a soft place to land.

My ideas about vampires may by romantic, but your attitudes toward women need a major overhaul.