Holy Necrophilia, Batman.

After a time, old pain became like a living being, with breath and self-determination.

Once means happenstance, twice means coincidence, three times means enemy action.

Dang ninja vamp. Eli.

How can you stay worried when someone gives you warm chocolate chip cookies?

If I accepted, Edmund would be our vampire servant.” “Come to think of it, that sounds all kinds-a classy. He could clean our toilets. See you soon, babe.

Seemingly useless bits of knowledge often were the difference between success and failure.

Hey, my brother,” Eli said, sounding friendly and casual. “Let’s chat about this first, before I hafta kill you and then figure out where to bury the body. Though I’m thinking out in a bayou, somewhere close to gators, you dig?

Silly thing, kissing. Licking better.

There is no going back. There is no revival of our humans. There is no erasure of our horrors. No healing except of time and she is a vengeful mistress, leaving scars that are forever. But there also is no proof of foreknowledge, only of twenty-twenty hindsight. You guessed. You did not know. Knowing is only for God.