David Wellington Quotes

“Vampires, real vampires, didn't nibble on the necks of nubile young virgins. They tore people to pieces and sucked the blood out of the chunks.”

— David Wellington

I will not negotiate with the undead!

— David Wellington

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

— David Wellington

“If somebody wants to be your enemy, there's only one thing you can do. You give them exactly what they want. It confuses them and makes them wonder what you're up to.”

— David Wellington

“Do we have a plan?" she asked.
"Yes," he told her. "Shoot everything that moves.”

— David Wellington

There are those among us who find monsters quite attractive, Vesta said.

— David Wellington

“You have a wife?" Caxton demanded.
"I killed a vampire twenty years ago, and another one last night. I had to keep myself busy in the meantime," he told her.”

— David Wellington

“Wow. So what was the vampire like?" "Pale. Big. Toothy," the trooper answered.”

— David Wellington

“What's that smell?" Reynolds asked.
That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in."
DeForrest sniffed the air. "Shit?" he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. "Manure.”

— David Wellington

“Very once in a while, maybe twice a year, I dream of blood. It tastes like copper pennies on your tongue. It's hot, hotter than you expect, and very wet at first, but it clots even as it fills your mouth. It sticks in your throat but you swallow it down, you can feel it stringy and dark in the back of your throat but you force it down so you can have some more, another mouthful, and another. I know it so well now. The dryness of it, the clots in your teeth. The need.”

— David Wellington

“In the dark ages a vampire could live for decades unopposed, feeding nightly on people whose only defense was to bar their windows and lock their doors and always, always, be home before sundown. When it became necessary to slay a vampire there was only one way it could be done. There were no guns and certainly no jackhammers at the time. The vampire slayers would gather up every able-bodied male in the community. The mob of them would go against the vampire with torches and spears and sticks if they had to. Very many of them would die in the first onslaught but eventually enough of them would pile on top to hold the vampire down.”

— David Wellington

“It doesn't matter what we choose. It simply matters what we are.”

— David Wellington

“Hey." He glanced away from her, instead looking down at the coffin. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. "Want a peek?”

— David Wellington

“Say again, over," he announced.
"I was saying that I'm going from here on foot," Arkeley told them. "You can follow however you choose but this place was never meant for a military parade."
"He's making fun of your truck," Caxton told Captain Suzie.”

— David Wellington

“Caxton crawled into the back while Arkeley took the front passenger seat. His fused vertebrae trumped her sprained ribs, he announced.”

— David Wellington

“My pleasure. Listen," he called after her, "this is as far as I can go. They poisoned the water out there and I can't follow you now. If you do see Powell, will you give him a message for me?"
"Sure," she said, turning around. "Tell him I have his boots in my truck. In case he's looking for 'em."
Chey smiled. It felt wrong on her face, but she liked it all the same. "I'll do that.”

— David Wellington

“One of the women took his arm and smiled into his face until he looked at her. "We're going to dance in the woods later, when the moon comes up. You'll have to join us, of course," she said. She batted her eyelashes and added, "It's a full moon, so we'll go skyclad."
Simon frowned, trying to work out what she was saying. "Naked, you mean." His mouth fluttered as if he was trying to decide whether to grin sheepishly or lasciviously.”

— David Wellington

“For the first time I got a good look at the woman who, despite avowed intentions, had saved my life. I was surprised first to see that she was old. Her hair was silver, tied back behind her head in a no-nonsense bun. Her face was lined with wrinkles. On her head she wore a hat with a very wide brim, a kind of hat I'd never seen before. She also wore tight-fitting black pants and black leather boots and a brown leather jacket. A patch on her shoulder read PENNSYLVANIA STATE POLICE TROOPER. On the front of her jacket was a nameplate that read CAXTON.”

— David Wellington

All of Europe, as far as we knew, was gone. It might as well not be there anymore. Russia was gone. By the time you got to wondering where America went there just wasn't any more room for it in your brain. A world without America just couldn't happen - the global economy would collapse. Every two penny warlord and dictator in the Third World would have a field day. It just wasn't possible. It would mean global chaos. It would mean the of history as we knew it.
Which was exactly what happened.

— David Wellington