“A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.”

“Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly.Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.”

“Even if there was such a thing as a half-price sale at the local Ming outlet shop, she would have to work ten lifetimes to make up such a sum. Always supposing that it wasn't one of a kind.Panic was no longer merely rearing. It was thundering through her at full throttle.There was only one thing to be done, she realized. The mature, responsible, adult thing to do.Hide the evidence.”

“I don't know what your damage is, but in case you've failed to notice,we're in a bit of trouble here. Can you focus on something other than trying to get into my pants?" His lips curled. " I can multitask.”

“This is a private home.""And?""And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?""No.""You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed.A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish.""Not when it's inconvenient.”

“Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?”

“The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.”