Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. “Always,” Blay murmured. “Because family is an always kind of thing.

Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.