“I did some thinking.” “That is a very dangerous pastime,” Ghastek said.”

“Some people had attack dogs. Ghastek had attack lawyers.”

“The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges."What are you doing?" Ghastek asked."My hole puncher broke.""You have no respect for the undead.”

“Does Curran not involve you in his strategic sessions?” Ghastek asked. “Nope, I’m just here to look pretty.”

“How are you?""Perfectly fine," he said."Are your ribs broken?""Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully.""Did this settle anything?""It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?""I saw.”

“Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.”

“People view us and our vampires as abominations," Ghastek said. "They call the undead inhuman, not realizing the irony: only humans are capable of inhumanity. Four thousand years of technology, with magic shrinking to a mere trickle before the Shift, yet the world was just as evil then as it is now. It's not vampires or werewolves who committed the worst atrocities, but average people. They are the serial killers, the child rapists, the inquisitors, the witch hunters, the perpetrators of monstrous deeds. The shackles on my wall are the symbol of humanity's capacity for cruelty. I keep them to remind myself that I must fear those who fear me.”