Book: Anita Blake

We sat at the kitchen table, sipping vanilla coffee. Jacket I dropped on the back of a chair, and holster with gun was put on show.
- Blake, I thought you went out tonight.
- It was.
Wow a date!
- Excessive caution the girl not hurt.

- You lead, I follow you, Richard, ' I said, podlupa close - But you have to be really, damn you, or get out of the way.

Yes, he once a month is covered with hair. Each has its own drawbacks.

Coffee may not be the all-healing elixir, but very close to it.

Nothing improves your reputation, as if you were almost killed.

Everyone dies, Anita. The universe, ultimately, is also mortal.

He smiled back, rather, as a reflection. The smile did not reach his eyes. They were cold and empty as a winter sky.

In her eyes the darkness and the light
As the night is beautiful, walking,
Under starry skies above,
In the silence of the cloudless region,
Attracted me and I attracted by.

To serve I'll be your mistress,
What she hadn't wished
And where we are talking about her
There is no place for my pride.

You cannot always blame yourself, Bradley. Like spilt milk: it is necessary to wipe and forget.

I really didn't care who gets the credit for solving the case. I just wanted to get it solved. I just never wanted more never seen such as this bathroom, this tub and its... contents. I used to think that helping the police out of a sense of justice, out of a desire to protect the innocent, maybe even a hero complex, but recently I began to understand that sometimes I want to solve the case from a much more selfish reasons. Never to appear on the scene is as vile as what I've seen recently.

But I don't know if there is enough love to save him. I believe in love, but I believe in evil. Neither love nor evil can't win everything, but more evil uses deception.

Lousy thing - love. Sometimes, it's good and sometimes it's just a way to experience pain.

Mercy can lead you to death, but sometimes it just makes you human.