“Hey, Adam,” I said. “I thought you'd want to know that Warren and Darryl made it out of the vampire den alive.” I sucked in my breath. “You didn't actually agree to their meeting on Marsilia's grounds?” He laughed. “No, it just sounded better than saying they made it out of Denny's alive. It might not be romantic, but it's open all night and set in the middle of a brightly lit parking lot with no dark places for skulking parties to ambush from.”

Baking is like washing--the results are equally temporary.

Charles could care less about shoes - and he suspected he wasn't alone among men in his feelings. Shoe, no shoe, he didn't care. Naked was good, though over the past couple of weeks he was beginning to think that dressed in his clothes was a decent second best.

Zealots are like one track-pony. Don't get in their way without expecting to get hurt.

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.