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.

Whoever had decided that school should start so early in the morning and last all day long needed to be hunted down and forced to watch hours of educational televison without the aid of caffine.

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

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.

Sometimes you have to be alone to think, and sometimes the best place for thinking isn't home.

If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.