We are all monsters.
Isabelle Rowan, Ink.
“Leaning his forehead against Michael's, Dominic admitted, "I didn't dance then. I think I was waiting for you.”
“... Hoping like hell she was wrong about Dominic, and he was just a secretive man with a strange skin disorder.”
“So, basically, I have the impossible task of finding a non-smelly, drug-free virgin?”
“This is just a phase, right? This whole bloodlust thing?”
“Get past the hard-on, and you could feel him. I mean really feel him.”
“You wouldnt have anything to eat back there, would you? Vampire maintenance is fucking hungry work.”
“We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.”
“But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around--they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, ...”
“You guys know about vampires? You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? Theres this idea that monsters dont have reflections in a mirror. And what Ive always thought isnt that monsters d...”