Funny how mishearing things-or not hearing them at all-can really screw things up

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

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

A word of advice, if I may? Explosions are an excellent way to kill the undead. But you should probably take a few steps back first, kid.

Morning, sunshine." Vlad blinked at her. "Morning, sulfuric acid." "Pardon me?" "Well, isn't it just kinda wrong to call a vampire 'sunshine'?

A crease found it's way onto Joss's forehead. Because he was certain that Sirus was wrong. Girls were more complicated than boys. Girls communicated in a language that only they understood. And Joss wasn't sure at all that he would ever understand them.

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