I hate to waste a really good threat. — Laurell K. Hamilton

I won't die, eaten alive," he said. He put a fresh clip in his gun. I'll do you first if you want, or you can do it yourself.

Save your bullets, Edward. I lifted a can of gasoline in one hand.

What are you planning? he asked.

I'm going to set the shed on fire. I splashed gasoline on the door. The smell was sharp and tugged at the back of my throat.

With us inside? he asked.

Yes.

I'd rather shoot myself, if it's all the same to you.

You will never lose your nerve. Your life, probably, but never your nerve."

I know who and what I am. I am The Executioner, and I don't date Vampires. I kill them.