She smells better, Claire said. And she made me cookies.
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,...
You've turned into quite a bossy little thing, Myrnin said. I think I might like it.
Now play , make-believe dead girl
The look in his eyes turned a little wild. That's the only reason I'm letting you go. If I had any choice--You do, she said Wed can all sit here and let him die. Or you can let Eve go on her wild-ass...
What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the dark, locked in here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he's out there, and he's clearly not going to leave you alone until one of...
What's possible?' she asked.'Anything,' he said absently. 'But that’s not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. You’re in good time. I need an extra pair of hands.''As long as I keep them attac...
They came out in a dim, damp basement - a generic sort of place, full of moulding boxes. 'You take me to the nicest places,' Claire said, and sneezed.
Michael: 'Hey, remember when I almost didn't let you into the house that first day you came?'Claire: 'Yep'Michael: 'Well, I was dead wrong. Maybe I never said that out loud before, but I mean it, Clai...
