“Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire.”
“If there were such a thing as a vampire-puppy-dog, it would be Cecil. Big pleading eyes, asking for an ear-scratch and a nice warm bowl of blood.”
“So, how’s big Kev?”“Oh, you mean my father?”“Yeah.”“He may be six-foot-five, but you’re a much bigger person, Dad.”
“Six foot six he stood on the groundHe weighed two hundred and thirty-five poundsBut I saw that giant of a man brought downTo his knees by love”
“Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm--into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.”
“He was Instructor Reno Alberto, a five-foot-six man-mountain of fitness, discipline, and intelligence. He was ruthless, cruel, unrelenting taskmaster.”