With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

Sorry, you're on the ride now, and there's no getting off in the middle.

I'm going to talk to her." "And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

[Rhage and Manny] “You’re doing great,” he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. “Don’t worry about me.” “Right, right…your brothers.” Manny paused for a split second. “You’re all right, you know that.” “F*ck…that…” The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. “I’m…perfect.