8 Quotes by Eva Morgan

The door opens and my new neighbor is a vampire. He’s nearly a foot taller than me. Unruly ink-black hair, and a face made of knife angles. If I were obnoxious, I might use the term shockingly attractive . Or terrifyingly handsome . Holy mother of balls would also be an option.

That’s,” I say. My words are all tangled up. “That’s. Insane. You’re insane.” “I prefer the term brilliant.

If you’re so bored, learn to knit. I’m not that good of a hobby.”“If I ever learn to knit, the first thing I’ll make is a noose to hang myself with.

Jesus Christ—”“Sherlock Holmes, actually. And you were doing such a good job remembering my name.

They always told me not to get in the car with strangers.” “I’m not a stranger. I’m your neighbor.” “My strange neighbor.

Did you learn to drive—by playing Mario Kart—”“I’ve never put a Mario in a cart and I never will.

Do it for the sake of being a good neighbor, then. You’re well on your way. You’ve already made him a casserole.” “Which I dumped on his shirt.” “I prefer to focus on the positives.

So I need to lay down some ground rules.” “Rules for the use of the ground?” He’s gazing out the window. “Am I still allowed to step on it?