“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.”

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

“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.”

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

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

“Do you have to skulk about like that?""No, I don't suppose I have to skulk about.... I simply enjoy doing so.""Well, it's a very vulgar habit.”

“Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?""I was imagining it was Evor.""Strange that they do not resemble each other.""I have a good imagination.""Ah, in that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?”