“ Stupid Romanian bloodsucker. He was lucky I hadn't bestowed another exalted scar on his imperial body. ”
I like pink.Lucius sniffed. It's just red's sorry, weak cousin.
~ Beth Fantaskey
Fear is the worst kind of grave, because it buries one alive.
I knew that most people would consider us too young to talk about lifelong commitments or marriage, but I couldn’t imagine taking her to bed without that promise. Even if it meant never being with her, I didn’t want to have one desperate, hurried, hidden night. I wanted to put a ring on her finger. I wanted a future—or nothing. I knew, in her heart, that she would want that, too
As you wish, of course. Lucius lowered the volume on an old record player, which spun a warped vinyl disk that wailed unfamiliar music, scratchy and whiny, like cats fighting. Or a coffin with rusty hinges opening and closing over and over again in a deserted mausoleum. Do you like Croatian folk? heasked, seeing my interest. It reminds me of home.I prefer normal music.Ah, yes, your MTV with all the bumping and grinding. Like a shot of raging adolescent hormones administered via television. I'm not averse.