No bacon for you.'Then no eggs for you. Either of you.'Eve glowered at him. 'Prisoner exchange?'They glared at each other, then swapped pans and started scooping.

You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it.' 'You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.

See?' she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. 'She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!'Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

In her experience, groups of friends like that just didn't open up to include underage, undersized geeks like her. They hadn't sounded mean, they just sounded — self-confident. Something she wasn't.