There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.

I'll call you," he repeated. "If you call me, I won't pick up the phone." "You will wait by the phone for my call, and when it rings, you will pick it up and you will speak to me in a civil manner. If you don't know how, ask someone.

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.

I wouldn't be able to do anything with my vampire horde except make it run around in a herd, but it would be a very impressive herd.

Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.

... That would be like stepping in front of a moving train and saying, 'Hey, honey, come stand next to me.'" I hopped off the wall and stood next to him. "Anytime." He just looked at me. "I've never killed a train before. It might be fun to try.

You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose...?" "Oh, Gods." Ignata blinked. "You think something could be wrong down there?" All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet shirt back on his back, which required him to flex, raising his arms. "That would be a shame," Cerise murmured.