Vlad twisted his wrist, pinching his fingers together, spinning the bronze coin on the table. When it fell, he picked it up and did it again, counting. Thirty-two times it had fallen Slayer Society up. Twenty-two times it was down.

Growing older is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

I'm too tired to reign over vampirekind, let alone enslave the human race.

Getting staked had been a hard lesson in choosing one's friends wisely.

Vlad blinked, unsure where her question was coming from and, more importantly, where it was going.

Lesson #456 of high school life: Never, EVER trust an alarm clock.

The world is full of monsters with friendly faces.