When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.

The other day upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today; how I wish he'd go away!" ~Gabrielle O'Callaghan towards Adam Black

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them

I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.