“Rachel did a double-take. Hunting without a permit? These people had to be joking. Were they being condemned for poaching?”

“I told you this one’s not right in the head. I just show her my killer weapons and all she wants to do is jump my bones.”

“Dracula!” She said, turning to Daniel.He shook his head. “No, my name is Daniel.”

“That’s how Hunter law works. Max was my maker, so his stuff is my stuff.” Daniel smirked. “I’m your maker, so my stuff is your stuff. It’s my obligation to sustain you. Kinda like a parent.”“Eww! Don’t say that!”“The phrase ‘Who’s your daddy?’ suddenly gets a new meaning, no?”“Stop it! Do you want to put me off you for good?” Okay, she shouldn’t have said that. Please, please, please tell me you didn’t hear that.“Why? Are you on me?”

“Fridays are absolutely without a doubt the best day of the week, five grueling days of the same routine seem to melt at three o'clock on Friday afternoon. There's a sense of magic there, everything smells better, tastes better, and the colors are brighter. As opposed to Sunday evenings when everything begins to get dim all over again.”

“Two days in the capitol city and Elena had been reduced to wandering the halls at night, thinking on a man, of all things. A man most assuredly her intellectual inferior. And yet, a man whose heart mysteriously spoke to hers.This was madness.”

“The bizarre quality of the moment was not lost on Marcus. Here he stood, clothing torn and mauled by what was clearly the result of a misguided romantic encounter between a canine and large bear. The female standing in front of him was in absolute and, not to put too fine a point on it, scandalous disarray. And a devilish sprite was performing polite introductions in the middle of the wood.It was of Shakespearean proportions. A farce, to be sure.He should be appalled. Any man of his standing would be.But he was delighted.”