I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.

What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

Bluebell,” she said, remembering from Erotique. “Pretty name.” “I call Dmitri Dark Overlord.” “Shae,” Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. “Now, pretty Bluebell” another languid stroke across her skin “tell the Overlord what you discovered.