How about I take you to my studio? Much less dangerous. Plus, I need a model and you could sit for me.””You want me to sit for a portrait?” I asked stunned.”Actually, at the moment...

So I figured I might as well see if I could find something Gaspard didnt already know about. Like an herb or potion or something.””Hmm,” said Georgia, looking off into some invisible dreamworld. “Or maybe...

I can’t promise you an ordinary experience, Kate. I wish I could transform myself into a normal man and be there for you, always, without the trauma that defines my life as “the walking dead.”...

Natural talent!” crowed Vincent, sweeping my sweaty self up into his arms and pacing across the room, holding me like a trophy. “Of course my girlfriend’s got it. In truckloads! How else could she have...

Feelings change with time – or at least pain lessens with time; I know that from experience.

Well, spit on my empty grave–if it ain’t the attack of the Disney princesses!

Actually, don’t answer that. Of course you are. I wouldn’t be so totally into you if you weren’t.

I was whole in and of myself, but better than whole with him.

My mom said I was an escapist at heart…. that I preferred imaginary worlds to the real one

Yeah, right, like Catherine Deneuve has her own hot-guy SWAT team trolling the neighborhood for celebrity stalkers with swords” – Kate (Die For Me)

What’s better, I thought, to be safe and suffer alone, or to risk pain and actually live?

I spent the rest of the day in someone else’s story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.

The day I stop seeing you as one of the strongest people I know is the day I wake up human.

Bearing my mother’s face was a daily reminder that I could be as strong as she had been. And fighting for what I wanted most in life was the best way to keep her alive...

He leaned forward and opened his door, politely standing aside to let me by before following me in. There are some advantages to dating a guy from another era, I thought. Though I am a...

Flirt” qualified as a foreign language, my sister and Ambrose would both have PhDs in it.

He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. “The wait will be fun, but it’s not going to be easy.

Besides the alternate universe offered by a book, the quiet space of a museum was my favorite place to go. My mom said I was an escapist at heart . . . that I preferred...

A few Paris blocks away I led a completely normal life with my sister & grandparents. And here I was sword fighting with dead guys.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.

The only way I survive is to never stop moving. I make sure I’m always surrounded by others, so I won’t have time to think and end up imploding like a dying star.

Double-check your century Jules. No dance cards.” Jules shrugged & gave me his most flirtatious smile.

I understand it, but I don’t like it. I wish we could all be together like before: best friends, not heartbroken strangers.

Oh, please, Vincent. We’re in the middle of a major tourist site. Père Lachaise cemetary is practically Disneyland for the Dead. It’s not some Buffy soundstage with vampires rising out of the ground every time...

Before I saw you, I hadn’t cared for anyone for . . . well, for the good part of a century, and it felt like my heart had been permanently disconnected. I wasn’t even looking...

I really can’t say,” he responded in his formal nineteenth-century style. Can’t, or won’t? I thought.

And I’ve got THIS,” I pulled out the signum and held it up for him to see, “that says I’m kindred. And I’ve got THIS,” I pointed at my head, “that says I’m as smart...

We stood in the graveyard, among the tombstones, forty-some dead people and me. A couple of my fellow funeral-goers had even been in their own coffins, deep under several feet of French soil.