Cynthia Fridsma > Quotes

“Dr. Reeves stopped her and explained it was for the best if she stayed in bed. She refused to listen and pulled the IV out of her wrist. “The only thing I need”—she tugged at his lab coat—“Dr. Reeves, is blood. I’m a vampire!” She let go of him and bared her teeth. Jack immediately pulled his gun and pushed it under her chin.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 3: Code Orange

“Sybil laughed. “I bet you’re hungry. I went through the same thing!” She touched his face. “What you need is a good breakfast,” she beckoned with her finger, “See here what I’ve prepared for you!” She pointed to a man and a woman she had tied to a wooden skid. They struggled to get away while they cried in fear and pleaded for mercy. “Which one would you like to eat?” Sybil asked while she exposed their necks.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 2: Blood

“The sharp steel of the blade cut all the way in her throat. His hand was now close to her mouth. Enraged, she bit his hand. Blood dripped over her chin. In a red mixture of his and hers. McPierson cried in agony as he lost his grip on the sword. She pushed him down and pulled out the sword that stuck in her neck and threw it away. With a bloody smile, she jumped on top of her victim. She bared her fangs in a deep snarl and drew her fangs in his neck”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 1: The Attack

“In the living room, the curtains were closed. On the coffee table he counted four candles. In the background, he recognized the sultry voice of Barry White.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Please let me know what you think of this book.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 1: The Attack

“he lost his balance when his foot got caught in the zombie’s belly.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“The walls showed cracks as he entered the narrow staircase. On the third floor he noticed a woman—in her early twenties—who frowned at him with big, brown, doe eyes.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“A curse turned me into a vampire in 1775,” Sybil said, and looked at Richard. She didn’t like him a bit, but now that she had revealed her true nature to him, she told him about Captain McPierson.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Richard squinted at an African American who made a move to sit across from him. The man wore a wig and was dressed in a rebel uniform. He was armed with an old-fashioned pistol that was ultramodern back in the day. “I hope you don’t mind me taking this seat?” he asked politely and lit a cigar. “This is a nonsmoking area,” Richard objected. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he chuckled, and put down his cigar. “I’m waiting for my friend”—he came closer toward Richard—“perhaps you know him. It’s Donald Maryland. The guy loves old-fashioned uniforms. Nazi uniforms, that is!”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“That’s the least of the consequences. No, it would cause panic, resulting in mass hysteria and riots. People would be hunted down like witches in the dark ages. Innocents would be killed; everyone who’s out of the ordinary would become victims.” He looked at the twosome. “Do you know what I mean?”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“He wriggled forward, causing the sword to penetrate him completely while his mouth drooled like a rabid dog baring his teeth. His fangs dripped of his own blood.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“In his mind, he’d grabbed her and pushed her closer to his crotch. Then a sharp pain pierced his neck. He opened his eyes and glanced at Sally’s evil face. Blood dripped from her chin.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“More zombies appeared, and they shuddered under the bullet impacts.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Her mouth opened. Richard’s eyes were fixed on her fangs. His head hit the wall and with a bitter taste in his mouth, Richard stuttered, “N-No, this c-can’t be!” He tried to get away from her, but Catherine grabbed him by the shoulders. He glanced at Catherine’s face. His heart missed a beat when he noticed Catherine’s fangs.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Joan looked up. The lights in the room were reflected in her eyes and the smile made her look younger. Her brown hair was pinned up and the silver earrings were the finishing touch.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“That’s The Necronomicon, the book of the dead,” Harry warned”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“I think I saw your father! He was there in the attic, telling me that you shouldn’t destroy the book because it will end your life, and mine”—Catherine took a deep breath—“I saw his fangs. Your father, my great-grandfather, is a vampire!”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 1: The Attack

“three guests, partly bitten—and killed onsite—rose up from the dead. When will this nightmare end? Sybil wondered.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“The sound of breaking glass caught Sybil’s attention. She glanced over her shoulder. Three, or maybe four zombies had managed to enter Nightbird. Heat flushed through her body. She narrowed her eyes. In the background, an explosion shook the ground. Dirt rained down, followed by heat—Jack had just used C-4 to blow up a car. Six zombies were on fire. She decided not to stick around.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Joan burst out in laughter. “Haunted? Mr. McKenna, do you realize what you’re saying?” She took a step backward and put her hands on her hips. God, she looks amazing, he thought. In his mind he wanted to touch her and lift up the dress to feel the softness of her skin. Then he recovered. No, you can’t grab women by the pussy and— “Mr. McKenna!” Joan stated, and slapped him in the face. “What did I do?” he wondered. “You can’t grab us by the . . . well, you know bloody well what I mean!” Her nostrils widened. Richard touched his cheek, which slightly burned under his fingers. He didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud. But the damage was done. Two strikes, he thought. What happens at strike three wasn’t something he wanted to find out. He straightened his uniform and stood back from the counter. “Look, Joan. I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just locker room talk.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Broken glass crunched under her feet as she entered the window to get inside. Gunshots were fired. Her eyes watered because of smoke while she reached the building’s inner section. New shots rang out. Bullets whistled past her. Sybil moved out of the way when six armed ATU agents ran toward her, firing their guns. The impact of bullets echoed in the hallway. Sybil, now laying down on the black-and-white floor tiles, realized the agents were aiming for the zombies who were about to enter the dining area.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“The Necronomicon allows you to open a portal to Hell. I suppose he experimented with the book”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“I’ll grant you eternal life. Don’t you want that?”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“The Necronomicon wants you to die,”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“The vampire took his advantage and jumped on top of him. His teeth came dangerously close, and Harry could smell his foul breath. It had the distinctive smell of a corpse in an advanced state of decomposition. “You ever heard of brushing your teeth? I suppose you never have to go to the dentist, either?” Harry taunted in disgust while he tried to push his head away with both his hands.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“A ghostly woman appeared. Blood gushed down from her neck. “She will do this to you,” the woman warned in a hoarse voice as she stepped forward. Richard just stood there, frozen, unable to move an inch. The black-haired woman looked at him while she spilled her blood on the wooden planks.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“As the pictures appeared on the screen, Vanessa glanced at the live footage from the CCTV cameras installed around Nightbird. Five minutes ago, she’d finished the installation of facial recognition software on the computer and had it set up to recognize vampire Sally Hawley among the guests, in case she’d show up.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“Annoyed, he rubbed his eyes and moved on, closely followed by his friends. Then his hands touched something wet and sticky. In disgust, he looked up. His eyes widened. His fingers were stuck into the eye sockets of a woman’s head. He had seen many indescribably horrible things, but nothing had prepared him for this. Women don’t belong on battlefields. Sickened, he withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers over his uniform. “What’s up?” Karl asked as he crawled up next to him. He silenced when he glanced at the poor woman’s head.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Ghost Stories

“Great, he gets all the help in the world while I get rewarded with white powder that really can’t be healthy,”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 5: The End Game

“he was bragging about how he executed nobles during the French Revolution in 1793 with a guillotine.”
― Cynthia Fridsma, Volume 1: The Attack