Wichtor’s been cranky ever since a fat vulture roosted on his granite Cârnat, uh, schmekel in 1864 and broke it off." — Bats 2015
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...
In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.
You've turned into quite a bossy little thing, Myrnin said. I think I might like it.
Death drives desire.
Really, it was my fickleness, I sometimes think, that they found unendurable. If I had restricted myself to only one of their sweet girls, and married her, and chewed her neck in private, I suppose I...
Promise me, Amelie, that you’ll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love.I hardly think there’s any chance of that, Amelie said. I doubt you have the capacity.
