“One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.”

“You know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires.”

“I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.”

“I listened to the men's voices outside, muted by my car walls."...went at it with a flamethrower in the online video. Didn't even pucker the paint.""Of course not. You could roll a tank over this baby. Not much of a market for one over here. Designed for Middle East Diplomats, arm dealers, and drug lords mostly.""Think she's something?" the short one asked in a softer voice. I ducked my head, cheeks flaming."Huh," the tall one said. "Maybe. Can't imagine what you'd need missile-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for around here. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous."Body armor. Four thousand pounds of body armor. And missle-proof glass? Nice. What had happened to good old-fashioned bulletproof?”

“You can't trust a vampire, trust me”

“You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.”

“He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled."You smell so good in the rain," he explained."In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously.He sighed. "Both, always both.”