Shot me twice. I want my name, or I'm going to start charging you a fee every time I field something for you. And it's going to be expensive. I'm Park Place. Bud-dy." His red, goat-slitted eyes squinted at me from over his smoked glasses. "You're more like Oriental Avenue right now, dove. What are you on?

Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.

Anything worth having is going to be hard

She just threatened to throw the next man who shoots at you out the window. Megan is awake. She offered to help. God, Trent, what is it with you and women?

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.