Cade was a vampire. Zach had finally gotten over that. For the most part. Other people could argue about how vampires didn’t exist, how they were just relics of folklore and sexual repression and nightmares. Zach had to work with Cade. Denial only got in the way.

I never get tired of people telling me how important their job is as an excuse for screwing it up.

Helen savored the peace and quiet that only came in the complete absence of stupid questions.

Given time, he could learn to use any tool. He had to, if his kind was going to hunt an endlessly inventive race of tool-using apes. Anything a man could build, he had to be able to master. Anything a man could learn, he had to learn it faster.

Zach had once heard the president described as “the most dangerous narcissist alive, because the world really does revolve around him.

Never trust a man who doesn’t like ice cream. If that’s not a saying, it should be.

The Boogeyman,' he said, just to be sure. 'The Boogeyman killed an employee of the President of the United States.'The president nodded.Some days, Zach thought, I really hate this job.

Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.

Kids these days, right? Ignorant and in love with their ignorance.

Do you think it's really the Boogeyman that killed Brent? You think it's back?""I sincerely hope not.""When you say things like that, I start to cry a little on the inside.