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

“You’ll strip in front of a vampire when you don’t even know his name?”“You’re right! So what’s your name?”“My answer will be as forthcoming as yours. What do you want it to be?”“Some kind of name that fits a battle-scarred, overgrown vampire warlord.”

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

“You're a fuckin' parasite." I could never become a vampire. Filthy leeches."Words still hurt, Chase. Besides, you should be thanking me. My advice about the Valkyrie clearly worked. And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”

“Don't stop kissing me, vampire, or I will kill you.”

“Natalya asked, "How'd you escape all the vampires out for your head?"In a monotone voice, Lothaire stated, "I'm that good.”

“And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”