I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you Barrons.' I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I'd imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn't cured yet.

I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

I always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons