Stars are the souls of old sailors. They plot the skies and guide the wayward home.

What goes up must come down, unless a dragon eats it.

This life is but a brief tenure, one of many perspectives a spirit must experience in the quest for eternity.

It's a terrible shame he's a Renegade, isn't it? Otherwise, you could have asked him to stay for dinner.

I sighed. I hate the vamp jobs. They think they're so suave. It's not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. No, they want it to be all sexy, too. And, trust me: vampires? Not. Sexy. I mean, sure, their glamours can be pretty hot, but the dry-as-bone corpse bodies shimmering underneath? Nothing attractive there.

You may have me trapped in this.” I tug him off me. “But you aren’t the first man to underestimate me, so may I advise you to start treating me with a little more respect…