All of you, leave," Vlad responded curtly. "That's not nice," I mumbled. "You should talk to them before you bite them, too. Common curtesy.

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.

Lewis obediently stared at her, and Kira tried to make her voice sound confident. "You don’t feel anything. You’re not afraid." "I am," came Vlad’s immediate reply. "If you tell him wolves are the children of the night next, I might hurt myself laughing."

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor

No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad

You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks.

Since this was a formal undead gathering, there would be food—all kinds—drinks, dancing, and festivities, while those in power pondered whether or not to slaughter half the people around them. In other words, like a high-school prom.