“Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.”

“Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.”

“He knew he was being overbearing as hell, but he couldn't help it. He was a bonded male. With his pregnant female. There were few things on the planet more aggressive or dangerous. And those bastards were called hurricanes and tornadoes.”

“Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.”

“Is he Catholic?" her grandmother asked on the way out.He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation."He looks like a good boy," her vovo said over her shoulder. "A good Catholic boy." And that was that -- for now.”

“It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.”

“A couple of inches up and right and he would have been a soprano.”