He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.

I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

I, Anita Blake, scourge of the undead-the human with more vampire kills than any other vampire executioner in the country-was dating a vampire. It was poetically ironic.

Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it's all that makes us human.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.