There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.

Lothaire:Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

He gave her an indulgent look. "I'll forgive these rash words for now." She sputtered, "Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who.""Whom," he corrected."Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?"

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

My mom could be really fierce. A regular Frau Badass.