Moonlight

He'd asked if I felt the pull. I could'nt deny that I did. And that it terrified me. It wasn't like a crush. It wasn't like seeing a guy and thinking I'd like him to take me to the prom. It was soul-deep, as though he was everything, the one, forever. I had to remind myself that I barely knew the guy. But still I couldn't shake the feeling of being meant for each other - as corny as that sounded.

No point in playing if your goal is to lose.

Josef: Why haven't you killed them? Mick: There's more than one suspect.. Josef: So kill them all.

A very naked Lucas was crouched near Ethan. I couldn't process that. He was a werewolf? Dr. Keane and Mason were right? No, no, no. There was another explanation. There had to be. My world tilted and I had an urge to scream hysterically. I stared at his bare back while he tugged off Ethan's cargo pants. He had absolutely no tan lines. He was like a perfect bronzed god. I might have fallen in lust right then and there if I didn't know that he came with issues in the form of a furry body and canine incisors.

Mick: What do you remember from when you were four? Josef: Well it was 1603 Mick, it's reasonable to be a little hazy.

Hey, you have a soft spot for the mortal ones. A fascination with all the charming things they do while listening to the tick, tick, tick of their own looming lives. That's fine, that's good, everyone needs a hobby.

Beth: YOU NEED BLOOD! Mick: NOT YOURS!

Why did my conversational skills take a hike when he was around? -Kayla Madison

Me di cuenta que me estaba confiando secretos que podían destruirlo. Aunque quizá no se tratara de una cuestión de confianza. Puede que fuera un problema de autoprotección. De pronto, para mí, la plata había pasado de ser un accesorio a una fuente potencial de muerte.

Flotaba en el agua cuando le pregunté: -Entonces, ese tatuaje de tu hombro, ¿Qué significa? -Todos los machos se hacen un tatuaje cuando están listos para declarársele a la chica que han elegido para ser su pareja. El tatuaje representa el nombre de ella escrito en la lengua antigua de nuestra especie. -¿Y a quien has elegido tú? Él me miro como preguntándome si de verdad era tan tonta. -¡Ah!