Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band. — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“Yeah. You treat him like a son or a soldier, instead of like a brother. He wants you to like him and admire him… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord,’” I whispered, the words familiar from Scripture. “But not this time, God. You had your… — faith hunter Copy Share Image
“Put some other things to rights too, she had written, like maybe a hitch in her magic.” — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“Humans wore skin and clothes— many clothes instead of fur. Would have been smarter to grow fur, but humans were never smart.” — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“I've spent all the years since full of guilt and misery, even though I didn't remember it. I've let it run my thoughts, my… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“I would give,” he said, his voice rough, “everything I am to keep you from being hurt.” — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“I stared at Amaury, maintaining a half-smile and attitude until Joanne got back. Then I said, “I understand we have to talk to the… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“layers. I was wearing navy pants today, with a navy tee and button-up shirt, and a black jacket and shoes. It was the first… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“There is no going back. There is no revival of our humans. There is no erasure of our horrors. No healing except of time… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“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… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems. — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
You don't have to shout from the mountaintops. Sometimes power comes in a soft, calm, compassionate way, like a quiet warrior. — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“Your hands are clean. Not stained with blood. You need not carry the blood of your men. Only their memories.” Eli” — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“My brother has absolutely no sense of self-preservation or survival instinct,” Eli said. “He has no idea we’re out here. We could be silver-eating,… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
