“Look, I'm stuck with you right now, and I want an answer." "No you don't." "All right, macho babe boy. I'm not some little ditz to bat my eyelashes at the buff stud in black leather. Don't try your he-man tactics with me." Kyrian frowned at her. "Macho babe boy? Buff stud in black leather. I don't think I've ever been more insulted." "Then you must have been an only child.”
“So, how long have you been a vampire?" "I told you, I'm not a vampire. I'm a Dark-Hunter." "What's the difference?" "The difference is I normally don't kill humans, but if you don't stop quizzing me, I might make an exception.”
“And another thing, I really have to go to the bathroom." Hunter laughed out loud. "It's not funny. Any idea how we can do this without my dying of embarrassment?" "More than that, any idea on how to do that without my getting arrested for being in the ladies room" She cut a sharp glare at him. "If you think I'm going into the men's room, forget it." "Then I hope you can hold it." "I am not going into the men's room!" Five minuets later, she was in the men's room and cursing Hunter under her breath. "You really get off on being a bully, don't you?”
“Oh God, I just kissed a vampire!" "Oh gods, I just kissed a human!"”
“I thought only a wooden stake through the heart killed a vampire." "A wooden stake through the heart will kill just about anything. And if it doesn't, run like hell. Again, my lady, you watch too much television. Don't you have a life?”
“What are you doing?" "I'm getting into my car." Her jaw dropped. "You own this?" "No," he said sarcastically. "I'm stealing it with the keys in my hand." "Good Lord, you must be loaded!" "It's amazing how much savings you can accumulate in two thousand years." "Is that really how old you are?" "Two thousand one hundred and eighty-two years old last July, to be precise." "You look good for an old man. I wouldn't have put you a day over three hundred myself.”
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