You should've just gotten a kids' meal.” Adrian told me, pointing to my half-eaten burger and fries. “You could've saved me a lot of money. And gotten a toy.

As far as we know, everyone’s right— Strigoi don’t want to hang out in Palm Springs.” Eddie became about one percent less tense.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

The world of the dead wonʹt give you up a second time.

Everything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show.

We can be together, Rose. Soon. We're almost there. And nothing will ever keep us apart.

Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.