“I had lied to myself from the very beginning, deceived myself into believing that I was being fanciful and overly imaginative. Surely such monstrosities only existed in nightmares? Yet I had lived ...”

“Death stalked toward us on padded feet.And it was not alone.”

“There was something in her eyes that made me trust her. Maybe it was because they held the same cynicism, the same world-weariness I saw in my own every morning when I looked at myself in the mirror.”

“Id go to hell and back and cut off the devils head myself to save you.”

“He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle on...”

“Not all vampires are created equal, you know.”

“Tell me, Eric,” he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?” My mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. “What an odd question...” “Bu...”

“Death stalked toward us on padded feet.And it was not alone.”

“Not all vampires are created equal, you know.”

“Stefan needed me. Ha! Stefan needed me, as what? His next meal?”

“You have to understand, the blood we drink every day to stay alive comes out of a jar in the refrigerator. It is the very definition of gross.”