“She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.”

“What’s your name?”“What do you want it to be?”“Are you a vampire?”“Not the last time I checked.”

“She resolved not to beat herself up because she was attracted to a deadly, vampiric maniac that she yearned to kill.”

“She laughed, and drank more beer. “Take a long trace off a short bridge, vampire.”

“I’m so sleepy.” “My beautiful girl, dawn nears. And all good vampires are to bed.” She eased up, arching a brow at him. “Then you’ll stay awake.”

“This is the first time I've really looked at my reflection in months." To the Lykae [Bowen], she said, "No wonder you love me. Could I be any cuter?”

“Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime.'Die, bastards.'She sighed. It wasn't their fault that they were bastards who should die.”