Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.
Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.
Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.
I don’t see a way in,” Eve whispered. Why are you whispering?” Myrnin whispered back. “Vampires can hear us, anyway.
We can be lonely together
Goodness," Myrnin said quietly. "I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.