Character: 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.

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

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

Lights blazed in all the Windows like all the rooms ran, slapping at the switches, someone, panicky afraid of the dark.

Black casual jeans with holes in the knees and black shoes in another Shoe I the arrival is not seen. Okay, whose would the cow lowed. I also had three pairs of black shoes, and I brought all three.

And you can really get this thing in the eye?
Edward pulled out of the socket knife and the flick of the wrist sent him into the wall. The blade stuck in a tiny circle pattern Wallpaper.
- I would even in a barn was not hit.

The harp is, check this guy's wallet. Find out who he is.
Harp? The huge man mountain of otherworldly energy, is the name of Harp.

No pity for monsters silver bullets and earn himself a reputation.

It always happens when telling the truth. Someone will call you a liar. People are more willing to swallow a plausible lie than the truth implausible. In fact, even prefer the first second.

Something slightly scary is a man who knows himself that he is a bad man, and spits on it with a high steeple.

- I was once pink, Edward.
- We are all born angels. But to remain impossible, if you want to survive.

I am a woman without prejudices, but, forgive me, Lord, a man should be, at least, alive.

He moved his pale blue eyes on me. They ceased to be blue, steel grey. It was never a good sign when his eyes became the color of the winter sky.