Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal…

- Faith Hunter

Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.

- Faith Hunter

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

- Faith Hunter

But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and in…

- Faith Hunter

My yoga practice was and will always be a spiritual experience. I can honestly say, "Yoga delivered me back to GOD!"

- Faith Hunter

You gonna put on your big-girl panties and fight with the boys, now?” He looked over his shoulder as if he expected me to blush or something. “Who sa…

- Faith Hunter

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked

- Faith Hunter

You don't have to shout from the mountaintops. Sometimes power comes in a soft, calm, compassionate way, like a quiet warrior.

- Faith Hunter

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

- Faith Hunter