Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire: Is there something wrong with your food?" No, I'm just not very hungry." You're going to… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
He had risked his freedom and his pride to buy her this, to acknowledge that part of her that everyone else seemed… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“On the radio, turned low, Reba sang of hard times with the full authority of a cross-eyed redheaded millionaire.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“She was meaning and order and light, and now that she's gone, chaos falls like a dark leaden cloud.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“The image of a well-dressed older woman making on a goopish spoonful of artificial boon spooge was running across the lobes of… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“Sophie marched away in rhythm to her new chant, "not in the butt - not in the butt - not in the… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“The sofa was lumpy enough to have had a body sewed into it; stuffing spilled out of the arms where the victim… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Oh, I would while away the hours, Wanking in the flowers, my heart all full of song, I'd be gliding all the… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
The gourney, the big file drawers of the dead, the instruments of dissection - this sure looked like the morgues in the… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“Rachel could not believe what she was hearing. Accepting that her magic worked was a huge step, yet she was speaking to… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
The Winter Woman is as wild as a blizzard, as fresh as new snow. While some see her as cold, she has… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“Love them all," said Renoir. "That is the secret, young man. Love them all." The painter let go of his arm and shrugged. "Then,… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such place. — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“I hope you are not here to ask me to do my bawdy business- the monkey has a nosebleed and the circus, sir, is… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“The night was crisp and the stars shone with a cold blue light like loneliness or infinity.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“Abby Von Normal - And I'm like, "Don't change the subject, Kung Pao, what I want to know is if you're ready to spend… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's syndrome.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“…turning your ankle hurts like hell, even if you're a superhero.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
