First bubble baths. Now Disney parks. You're shattering every creep vampire myth I've ever heard.

Trying to wake you,” Bones answered crisply. “I cut you, threw water on you, slapped you, and set a lighter to your legs. For future reference, which one of those do you think worked?” “Good God,” I hissed. “No wonder I thought you were Death incarnate in my dream, and that made me run toward Gregor at first!

I love you, Kitten. There's nothing on this earth or under it that can change that.

There’s less violence in my world compared to yours,” she insisted. Spade sighed. “No, darling. There are only different reasons for it.

You don't have body parts there do you?" my mother interrupted. "I don't want to open the fridge and find a head on the shelf" Rodney laughed. "No Justina, it doesn't look like Jeffrey Dahmer's hideaway.

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

That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.