Vampire on the Orient Express (Avery & Carter, #1)

by Shane Carrow

that ancient civilised feeling of smugness, of being warm and dry while the world outside was not.

The world was a dark and nasty place and he’d seen enough of that now; knew that people could die at any minute with their problems unsolved, their love unrequited, their dreams unmet.

believe in a Creator. I don’t believe the Bible is supposed to be taken literally. I don’t believe any one religious sect has some monopoly on the true word of God. I certainly don’t believe that the Devil—if such a creature exists—has any power over this world.”

Catholics experienced guilt on some entirely different level

Something lupine, ursine, feline, chiropteran. Something red-eyed and savage.

It was like a morbid child’s school problem: if it takes so-and-so minutes for the conductors to realise a carriage is on fire, and the train is already travelling at blah-blah miles an hour, how many miles has it covered before two half-dead amateur monster hunters catch up to it when it’s however many degrees below zero at… whatever o’clock in the morning?