Some people say "if we split up,we can cover more ground"-with blood

Elizabeth lifted her skirt, disregarding modesty, and delivered a swift kick to the creature's head.

Elizabeth, having rather expected to affront him, was amazed at his gallantry; and Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really believed, that were it not for the inferiority of her connections, he should be in some danger of falling in love, and were it not for his considerable skill in the deadly arts, that he should be in danger of being bested by hers--for never had he seen a lady more gifted in the ways of vanquishing the undead.

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.

I've been a lifelong horror fan, but at the same time, I would say 90 percent of my reading is biographies and nonfiction history.

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

I decided that it was more important to laugh than to eat.