“Jean tries to pull strength from his navy eyes. She stares deep into his surging sea, wanting nothing more than to be here with this man at the end of everything.”

“My life now fits inside a carry-on. Pretty depressing, huh?""Our lives are much more than just the baggage, love.”

“Countless on-ramps spew impatience onto an already congested interstate.”

“The world below is on fire. Through gaps in the smoke, he sees that where Seattle should be, there is only chaos. The wreckage of buildings litter a landscape ablaze.”

“Blinding light and smoke enter the cabin as the plane begins spinning savagely along the asphalt. The hellish carousel twists through shadows of fire—death and reality both becoming blurred.”

“…she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes, his hunter’s gaze shuttered now that he was lounging relaxed in his chair, his brandy glass resting on his chest. His legs were stretched out before him…”

“I vant to zuk your blood." He waved his black gloved hands above his head as he tried out his awful Transylvanian accent. "You vish," She replied.”