I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?

Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!

I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

She had the power to destroy. I had only seen the power to love. When you discovered both, who could figure out what to do with that?

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain