I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I'd misunderstood the image I'd glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he'd lost.

Then I went to the morgue and saw that those bones weren't yours, heard your voice again in my head" -his eyes closed- "and once more, nothing else mattered.

Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

I was going to die, but I didn't have to grovel.

When you conquer something, it means you fought for it.

I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade

Isn’t he gorgeous?” With those rolls, the wet-sounding grunts, bulbous wiggly tail, and smashed face—not to mention the fart the dog let out once he situated himself—he was gorgeous in a way that only a parent could appreciate.