You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is.

Charlie whistled "Amazing Grace" as he drove. It was all I could do not to whip my head around and snap, Are you kidding me? Couldn't he pick something more appropriate, like "Shout at the Devil" or "Don't fear the Reaper"? Some people had no sense of the proper music for a kidnapping.

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.

Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.

I’m in, Cat. I’d never leave you. Especially when you’ve got death breathing down your neck.” “Very funny,” I retorted, since Bones was inches from my throat

…well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage.

Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...