“Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth?”

“I should warn you, I’m an expert on vampires. I’ve seen every episode made of Buffy, Angel, and Forever Knight, so don’t think a little fang-flashing is going to scare me.” – Nell to AdrianOh, my God! You bit me on the leg! You drank my blood! I am not an appetizer!” You are much more then an appetizer. You are a twelve-course banquet. – Nell & AdrianI slid my tongue around the glossy enamel of his teeth, pausing to stroke down the length of an elongated canine tooth.Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth? – Nell”

“Yeah, I write Urban Fantasy, but its more like Die Hard or Indiana Jones with Fairies, Mummies and a Vampire who uses guns more than his teeth.”

“Statues are too much like dolls, and dolls are creepy. You keep expecting them to blink. And the ones that smile, like this?" Eve kept her lips tight together and she curved them up. "You know they've got teeth in there. Big, sharp, shiny teeth."I didn't. But now I've got to worry about it.”

“The only French I know is a kiss. I studied a lot of that foreign tongue in high school.”

“How do you kill a vampire? "Silver bullets?”“That’s werewolves.”“Cloves of garlic?”“That’s French bread.”