“She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.”

“I was looking for Simon."
Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning."
She shrugged. "He's a vampire."
"But I'm not.”

“Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.

---Beth about Wrath”

“She's a sort of human vampire-bat”

“Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn’t even be rude to evil
vampires who’d caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.”

“She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.”

“What’s your name?”
“What do you want it to be?”
“Are you a vampire?”
“Not the last time I checked.”

“She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones.
Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.”

“In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer.”

“She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.”