“Who’d have thought your screwball brother could have gone so serial-killer fucktwat insane?”

“Who’d have thought your screwball brother could have gone so serial-killer fucktwat insane?”

“I'm giving you a free shot at my blood and you're playing hard to get? What kind of vampire are you?" When Wraith just stood there, Kynan rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. My blood's eighty proof. You want it. You know you do.”

“Who’d have thought your screwball brother could have gone so serial-killer fucktwat insane?”

“That's my girl," he murmured."I'm not your girl.""Well," he said not bothering to hide his smile from her sightless eyes, "the good news is that the honey gave you back your sparkling personality.""And the bad news?""The honey gave you back your sparkling personality.”

“Wraith snorted. "Cowards. Seriously. Who brings a gun to a knife fight? That's cheating.""You don't have a gun?" Kynan asked.Wraith made a face of digust. "It's not very sporting to shoot people.""So you're saying that you didn't shoot the people who shot you?""Hell, yeah, I shot them.”

“Man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman.”

“Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along. ”

“She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.”

“Better would be good. Because if she felt a little less like she’d been run over by a truck, she could jump on Dr. Hottie.”

“...but sometimes mindless entertainment was a release of its own. Most important, mindless entertainment didn’t come with complications.”

“This (Earth) is hell.There are no fires, no burning pits of torment, no levels or rings or rivers of lava. When we die, we get put right back on earth to live our miserable existences over and over and over for all eternity.”