Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2) Quotes
The vampire community has enough problems. We don't need to add petty backbiting to it.
She had picked up life where she had left off... and hoped that would be enough to get the universe to politely overlook her.
Americans bred like rabbits, expecting the reaper to slaughter at least a few before they reached ripeness.
Like any man, he had no real protection from an unsolicited kiss from a pretty woman, even one he had just murdered.
As he had kissed her neck, she could not repress the feeling she was a lamb making time with a wolf.
He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.
Modesty was hardly a priority in her mind until now. Now she had been cast from Hell and again knew shame.
Vampires did not avoid mirrors because they cast no reflection but because mirrors became so unflattering with the illusion of fuzzy focus wrenched away.
They had perfected their team nagging to a level where they no longer had to confer and felt they would be wasting their talents if they only admonished their own children.
Being kidnapped and abused by the undead was worse than calculus, but not by a wide margin.
There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.
He's very good at chaining girls. He can make cold steel feel like silk.
If you knew the mercy I am showing by not dismembering you where you stand for getting in my way, you would not stop thanking me.
She hated anyone who clung to the supernatural when the natural was perfectly serviceable.
If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her.
Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from "pick up your socks" to "we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.
She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.
You're like this...this goddess pretending to be human... And I don't know which one I love.
You would be amazed by how I can torture the English language. I am an abusive lover.
She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.
Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue—sharp and venomous—was enough to get her out again.
Do you want me because you love me or because I provide you normality drag?
To her, it was like asking a butterfly what it remembered about being a caterpillar. She could fly now and nothing could touch her when she left the cocoon of her body behind at night.
She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.
I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.
You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you...
She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.
Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.
Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.
She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.
They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.
You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.