You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

I had been downright paranoid all afternoon, aware of everyone near me. By the time I went for the car, my neck and shoulders were knotted into one painful ache. The most frightening thing I'd seen all afternoon had been the prices on the designer clothing.

If I wasn't dead already, I'd said I was having a heart attack.

So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.

It would be nice if you’d stop almost killing me because you don’t want to screw other peo­ple.

I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.