As far as I know, no vampires live in Antarctica. I’d have thought the long winter nights would be just the thing for you guys, I said. Perhaps. But the food supply is a bit wanting.
You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you.So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?
That we have purpose for being who we are, and what we are, though we may not always know it.
I grinned at him. 'Jealous?'He grinned right back. 'That's a trick question. If I say yes you'll accuse me of being paranoid and unreasonable, and if I say no you'll make some defensive crack about ho...
He’s a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push. He was such a lawyer.
1980's: not a time period but a state of mind.
Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?
Had to stay human. Wolf couldn’t drive the freaking car. Or hold the gun.
We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.
This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory.
One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.
I was a creature of the night, I wasn't supposed to be afraid of the dark. Not that it was the dark I was afraid of--it was the creatures of the night.
I'll tell you something,' Arthur said. 'Until a certain age, everyone thinks their parents are heroes. Then they grow up a little, start to understand a little more of the world, and they realize thei...
The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.
Even with the high-tech air filtration system in a modern facility, the place still smelled like archival storage: old paper, stale manila folders, cardboard, and dust. Libraries and accountants' base...
Cormac drove. He eyed me in the rearview mirror. Anyone you want me to beat up?
To be a DJ was to be God. To be a DJ at an alternative public radio station ? That was being God with a mission. It was thinking you were the first person to discover The Clash and you had to spread t...
People always sounded worried when I called them. Maybe because I only ever called a lot of them when I was in trouble and needed help. I needed to set up more lunch dates or have more parties, to cur...
I've learned something: What many of us cal destiny is really our own instinct. We know what is right, but we don'twant to admit it, especially if what is right will lead to our own death. We call it...
I think about living forever and figure I can get really good at Xbox.