No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad

Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?"
"What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.

You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones

Does no one think to warn people before they meet me?" Vlad muttered, shooting an irritable look at Mencheres.

All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..."

Mencheres to Cat