Sahar Keshvari

“Much slower, I turned around to see Vlad examining his fingernails, as if his hands weren't still ablaze in the flames that had blasted the ghoul's head off moments before.
'what the hell was that?' I gasped.
'Premature inflammation,' He replied. 'Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing, I don't like to talk about it.' ”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“I know I'm delicious. Nummy.....nummy.
-Vlad”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“Are you Charley Davidson?” she asked, her Mexican accent soft, the sharpness in her tone anything but.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I panicked right alongside Angel. It was the only thing I could think to say. “I don’t know. What?”
She blinked at me, then realized I was panicking. Honestly, it was like admitting to murder before being interrogated.
“Ms. Davidson,” she began, but I decided to trip her up, to throw her off the trail of blood I’d left like an injured animal.
“I don’t speak English.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“Are you having performance issues?” I asked in surprise. “Bite your tongue,” Vlad said, with a snort. “I was seeing if Dermot understood sign language, but from the look on his face, it seems not.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave