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

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

“A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply.Such a good liar he was. Such a good one.Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny.And he'd always smoked like a chimney.”

“Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.”

“He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well.Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room.Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door."I know, V. You always have.~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn”

“The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.”

“With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king's study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet over which he'd trodden. No trail of his blood. Which, considering the way his chest was hurting, was a surprise. Sure as shit felt like he'd been shot in the heart.”