With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey'll all fall down

Lovely Arra Sails,nectar to all males,how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!

You freaking bit me," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're lucky I don't call animal control.

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.

He screamed in agony as large black wings erupted from his back - each had four large talons on it.

The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.

Kiss me one last time Skye... before I die. I want to enter heaven with the taste of you on my lips.

... I learn from my mistakes, and falling for you was by far the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

I had lied so much lately that I was honestly surprised my pants weren't literally made of fire.

There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many.

Just you wait till I’m a vampire! I’m not going to be sitting on the sidelines next time.

Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart.

I think we are wise, we English speakers, to savor accents. They teach us things about our own tongue.

Seriously, I ‘ve got to know if I need to protect you from people running with pencils." ~ Laney