Bracelets with white symbols?” Michael made the question casual; in fact, he bent his head and concentrated on tuning his guitar, not that it needed it. Every note sounded perfect as it whispered out of the strings. “Do you remember?” “No.” She felt a pure burst of something that wasn’t quite panic, wasn’t quite excitement. “Does that mean they have Protection?” He hesitated for about a second, just long enough for her to know he was surprised. “You mean condoms?” he asked. “Doesn’t everybody?

What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!" Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?

Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.

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

Home," he repeated. "Home is where the heart is. Why don't you leave yours here? I'll take very good care of it.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.