“Misery, thy name is Mudslide”

“I’ve never done this before. I didn’t go to human bars. Mudslides aside, I’m not much of a drinker. Club people are not my people. Now, book-club people—”

“Wait, Richard Cheney, as in Dick Cheney? You're a vampire named Dick Cheney? Somehow, that makes you seem more evil.”

“Idiot," I said, before grinning broadly and crushing his mouth to mine. "We need to pick new pet names for each other," he muttered as I hefted myself up from the ground.”

“You are the night.""I am the night," I repeated."You are the night."I cocked my head, sending him a questioning look. "I am the night?""Jane!""Why is it that when you say my name, it sounds like a curse word?”

“To the highly organized mind, death is just another adventure.‘That’s from Harry Potter,’ I said. ‘Dumbledore said it in the first book.’‘Trust you to know.’” (p. 273).”

“We don’t have problems”, Gabriel insisted.You killed someone!I killed someone for you!Well, pardon me if I don’t think that’s going to make it into the next collection of Halmark cards!” (p. 301).”