Nightwalker

I wished for my fairy godmother, the good witch of the north, or some other bitch with a wand.

You're not the only one who wants my head on a pike at the moment. Take a number and get in line.

It was nice to see him angry with someone other than me.

I was beginning to see serious drawbacks to this loyalty thing.

I had a tendency to forget how handsome he was when I was plotting how to peel his skin from the network of muscles and sinew that danced as he moved.

I'm a vampire, James, not a self cleaning oven.

She looked like a mother protecting her child of course, we're talking a half-crazed, bloodthirsty mother.

Why kill a flower when you can kill a human instead?

We’ll find a way,” I whispered. “I always do.” Danaus leaned forward and brushed a kiss against my temple, sending a wave of peace deep into the marrow of my bones, helping to ease some of the pain. “And then we’ll kill each other as God intended.

I wished for my fairy godmother, the good witch of the north, or some other bitch with a wand to glide in here and zap these arrow-shooting assholes.