“The whiskey’s aroma was his equivalent of fresh brewed coffee. 'Here’s looking at you, love,' Mayne said aloud, raising the bottle to his lips.”
“There are few things in life that are worth waking up to: sex, the dark spices of freshly brewed coffee and bacon.”
“Coffee or orange juice?”“Water is fine.”His eyebrows went up.“Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling.Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?”
“Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?"Simon raised his eyebrow in response."Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.”
“Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.”
“A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.”