Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.

Perv." He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

That's very rude," Myrnin said. "I haven't brought my fangs our for some time. Not in mixed company, anyway.

Sure. Knock yourself out. No, really. Hammer to the head, works every time.” Claire

Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane

I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.

Right. I’ve been missing Nutty McFang anyway.” “Stop making up names for him.” “What about Count Crackula?” “Just stop.