There were words for what he meant to me, but if I studied every language ever spoken for the next thousand years, I still wouldn’t find enough of them to describe it.

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

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

Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, more lethal vampires.

More of that hair-raising energy rolled out of Vlad, until I was rubbing my arms to chase the tingling sensations away. Was this what Marty meant when he told me vampires could measure each others’ strength by feeling their auras? If so, then Vlad’s had Badass: Do Not Engage written all over it.

We had to play the hand we were dealt, all of us. Fighting the battles we could win.

If you introduce yourself to anyone as Mrs. Dracula, I'll bite you in a manner you won't enjoy.