Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

Go 'head." Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. "Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse." - Zsadist

Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz

Phury nodded. "And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.

You’re just too mean to find a grave and lie down”-Tohr to Wrath.

The guy stroked his goatee. “What do you call twenty guys watching the World Series?” “The New York Yankees,” Butch replied. The vampire laughed in a loud burst, whipped the baseball cap off his head, and slapped it on his thigh.