You know, dulceata, there are times when I truly believe you are the most frightening person I know. Thank you?

You know, I was gutting this loser the other day, and I thought, It’d be more fun fighting that little dhampir. I wonder if she’s recovered yet. And here you are.” “Lucky me,” I said. Scarface grinned. “You know, I might even let you live. You’re funny.

Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]

Then you must be willing to fight," Mircea responded. "Life is not a gift, Raphael; it's a challenge. Rise to it!

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

They don’t eat that much.” “In comparison to what? Starving marines?

The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.