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

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

Live and everyone would die. Die and everyone would live. It seemed like such a simple choice. But nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

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

Growing older is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

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

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