Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.

She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.

The vampire bible, bound in human skin, written in blood, and full of prophecies that were never wrong. Trouble was, if you read the thing too long, it drove you nuts. Not "I'm having a bad day and feel bitchy" nuts or PMS nuts. "I think I'll commit felony assault on my friends and rape my boyfriend" nuts.

It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.

I've been stabbed before. Barely a week ago, in fact. AND I've been audited, AND I come from a broken home. In short - no offense, shorty - you don't scare me.