Does your license plate mean something?" Bing asked. "En-o-ess-four-a-two?""Nosferatu, " the man Charlie Manx said." Nosfer-what-who?" Manx said, "It is one of my little jokes. My first wife once accused me of being a Nosferatu. She did not use that exact word, but close enough.
Did you just mentally pistol whip that guy, with his own gun? Nice, Amber. I would have just killed him.
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Elle A. Rose
Getting up from the bed, Dominick approaches me at a slow predatory pace. Once again, I cannot move my feet.
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Elle A. Rose
Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?
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Anne Rice
Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you're head on a brick wall?" Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads.
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Darren Shan
How often do you have to drink?” “Every night, to feel good. Every few nights, to stay sane.” “Have you ever bitten anyone?” “No. I’m not a murderer.” “Does it have to be fatal every time? The biting? Couldn’t you just drink some of a...
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Rainbow Rowell
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God saves - but not now, and not here. His salvation is on layaway. Like all grifters, He asks you to pay now and take it on faith that you will receive later. Whereas women offer a different sort of salvation, more immediate and fulfilling....
He paused, twisting his goatee, considering the law in Deuteronomy that forbade clothes with mixed fibers. A problematic bit of Scripture. A matter that required thought. "Only the devil wants man to have a wide range of lightweight and comfortable styles to choose from, "...
The Incas were right to worship the sun, Father. God is fire. Combustion is the one inarguable blessing. A tree, oil, coal, a man, a civilization, a soul. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>They've all got to burn sometime. The warmth made by their passing may be the...
You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.
She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.
