“That night, in the dark, dressed to kill, I lost my life—and became twenty forever.”

“That night, in the dark, dressed to kill, I lost my life—and became twenty forever.”

“As usual I was working the graveyard shift—an irony I reveled in—at an emergency call center. What other shift would a vampire feel comfortable working?”

“So many things are lost in the dark. A slight misstep and we lose our footing. A quick hand in a pocket and we lose our money. A coat hanger in a womb and we lose a fetus. A swift puncture and we lose a life.”