Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
Don't play his game. Play yours.
Michael rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, I vant to drink your blood in a heavy, fake-Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed,...
She smells better, Claire said. And she made me cookies.
You've turned into quite a bossy little thing, Myrnin said. I think I might like it.
Now play , make-believe dead girl
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.
Mirnin: Where's Shreve?
Bite me, Goth princess, Shane called from the back. Not literally or anything.Maybe you should say that to Michael.Not funny, Eve, Michael said.Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuri...
Because you've got guy parts, you're automatically a better mechanic than me? I don't so, Eve said, and bailed out of the passenger side.