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

Nothing could convince Aunt Nelly to let Vlad stay home for the duration of the school year, which just goes to prove that parents and guardians don't care if they're sending you to face bloodthirsty monsters, so long as you get a B in English.

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.

She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do." pg267 October to Vlad

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Someday, my young friend, you'll find out that girls are actually people too. Just like you and me.

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