Mieke Moontiger

“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov

“The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges.
"What are you doing?" Ghastek asked.
"My hole puncher broke."
"You have no respect for the undead.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“You bit me on the neck? What kind of a sorry-ass vampire wannabe are you, anyhow?”
I grabbed for my dirt-covered purse that lay by my feet. I kept a can of pepper spray in it for protection, or at least I used to. Did I still have it? Did those things have an expiration date? Didn’t matter. If I had to, I’d just use it to bash him over the head.
I’m not a wannabe.” He actually had the audacity to look insulted. “I am a vampire.”
Psycho, I thought. Total psycho.”
― Michelle Rowen, Bitten & Smitten