Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.

Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.

...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

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.

His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac