Setting out around midnight, I couldn't help shaking my head, "We're the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever." I muttered.
The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires.
Mad cow disease? A crazy hunger for blood. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. And there's no such thing as vampires, right?
Capital is an abstract parasite, an insatiable vampire and zombie maker; but the living flesh it converts into dead labor is ours, and the zombies it makes are us.
You know, a vampire book is not a book to be the vehicle for big themes and stuff, where sometimes when you're dealing with art or the life of Christ or the oeuvre of Shakespeare, you know, it's a little more ambitious.
I don’t want to be your snack, your chew-toy, your fuck-buddy. Find a vampire to sink your fang into.
But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the knife. .
Oh, so there were angels and demons, but no vampires? No mysterious, super-hot bloodsuckers who would love you forever? Now that was totally unfair.
Oh hell no,” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “I’m not playing Buffy the goddamn Vampire Slayer with you.
The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.
People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil... Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.
It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year
I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.
You're a vampire?" "Yes." "So what does that make me, your victim?" "You're clearly not as dumb as you look.
There was this about vampires : they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were... what was the word... deshabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style.
I wouldn't be able to do anything with my vampire horde except make it run around in a herd, but it would be a very impressive herd.
It's healthy to ditch class now and then." To be precise, it was healthier for humans if vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt.
You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.
Leaving knots untied and scattering seeds to distract them will only work on vampires with OCD.
