When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

I was talking cannibalism, not romance.

I knew he would never leave me, never let me down-because the man had never abandoned anything in his long life. If I hadn’t taken the gold rope of our bond, I knew Adam would have sat on me and hog-tied me with it. I liked that. A lot.

Why is it that all cars are women?" he asked. "Because they're fussy and demanding," answered Zee. "Because if they were men, they'd sit around and complain instead of getting the job done," I told him.

I hope this means you'll quit asking me to kill you. It gives me indigestion.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.