I locked the door, for what good it would do me, and went to bed. The Browning Hi-Power was in its second home, a modified holster strapped to the headboard of my bed. The crucifix was cool metal around my neck. I was as safe as I was going to be and almost too tired to care. I took one more thing to bed with me, a stuffed toy penguin named Sigmund. I don't sleep with him often, just every once in a while after someone tries to kill me. Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.

You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?

Vampires are people too!

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.