Oh, I have feelings for him, all right. I'd like to put him in the ground myself, believe me. Still, it would be wrong. Promise me." "Fine. I promise I won't kill him." He said it too easily. My eyes narrowed. "Promise me right here and now that you will also never cripple, maim, dismember, blind, torture, bleed, or otherwise inflict any injury to Danny Milton. Or otherwise stand by while someone else does as you watch." "Blimey, that's not fair!" he protested

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

Does no one think to warn people before they meet me?" Vlad muttered, shooting an irritable look at Mencheres.

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

Brave words in a room full of pulseless creatures. Spade gave Don a disgusted glance while Rodney just licked his lips. No doubt he was mentally salting and peppering Don.

You’re meant for me, and I will have you.

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.