I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).

What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown. “That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on Casey. I think he’s one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid.” “Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.

He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.

You're beautiful, Roza. So beautiful it hurts me.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

I was so tired of being told reasonable, practical things whenever something went wrong with my life.

None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.