Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

And I like a mouse who has taken a cat for its tutor.

I hereby resolve to kill every vampire in America.

All I ask is that my final months be happy ones, and that I be permitted a husband who will see to my proper Christian beheading and burial.

The more precious His gift, the more anxious God for its return.

Of all the weapons she had commanded, Elizabeth knew the least of love; and of all the weapons in the world, love was the most dangerous.

But there are others of my kind...those who see themselves as lions among sheep. As kings--superior to man in every way. Why, then, should they be confined to darkness? Why should they fear man?