You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.

Kitten, you still haven’t told her? Blimey, what are you waiting for?” “The Second Coming of Christ!” I snapped.

Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?" "What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy." Cat

Licking Falls, Ohio, had its own set of standards. They were archaic at best.

I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I'd misunderstood the image I'd glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he'd lost.

You can run from the grave, but you can't hide.