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.

A label doesn't make something so. A label is just a word. It's what a person does that makes them who they are

Wrong. Enemies don't fight with such determined passion. That kind of focus is reserved for friends at odds with one another." pg 69 Tomas to Vlad

Otis D'ablo is alive! Do you here me? He is alive and trying to kill me!

If stakes and garlic were the top two things that could kill a vampire, ninth grade gym was a close third.

The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.