Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I worry that when you start quoting Machiavelli to justify your actions, you have ceased to be one of the good guys.” — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts?" "I am over two hundred," Jean-Claude said. "I rest my case. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
It was as if the power and loneliness of the vampires' world had combined with the group oriented puppy-pile world of the… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Vampires can live a very long time, theoretically forever, which means their idea of getting down to business can be damn leisurely. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“What do you do with a master vampire that won't leave you alone? Good question. Unfortunately, what I needed was a good… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
The ratman froze, staring at me. "Why are you laughing?" His voice held just a hint of unease. Good. I was hoping… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Even officers who don't approve of your lifestyle choices would still take you as backup over Kirkland, or most anyone else. They'd… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I hoped he was right, but one thing I've learned about vampires-they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged,… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Jean-Claude sent me a dozen pure white, long-stemmed roses. The card read, “If you have answered the question truthfully, come dancing with… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“In Richard’s arms, breathing in the warmth of his body, is the closest I’ve ever found to my mother’s arms. It isn’t… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“He squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me. I realized that I hadn't kissed him hello, I always kissed him hello. Of… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“He was silent for a little while. Then he asked, “Tell me about Nikolaos.” I shrugged. “She’s a sadistic monster, and she’s… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“Just another day in my life. This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“What is that old children’s rhyme, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’? Anyone who says that doesn’t… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
