“My rear end was blood-raw from my so called brilliant ideas rebounding on me.”
“My story ended where so many stories have ended since the Rising: with a man—in this case, my adoptive brother and best friend, Shaun—holding a gun to the base of my skull as the virus in my blood betrayed me, transforming me from a thinking human being into something better suited to a horror movie.”
“Vegetables come from the ground. So does my love. Eat it raw.”
“He looked at me with such raw need that my heart skipped a beat. He licked his lips and slowly lowered his head to mine. Does it even matter if he only wants me for my blood?”
“They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.”
“This woman has been mine, and she will be mine' he said, in tones so definite I thought about checking my rear end for a brand”