2008, Jonathan Maberry, Bad Moon Rising, Pinnacle Books (→ISBN), page 514:
"Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" he shouted. "Is that it? What did Karl arrange for me? A car accident? Or maybe I was gonna fall down a flight or steps and break my beck. I know it wasn't going to be a fang job because the Man would know about that . So what was it gonna be?" The vampires shifted and looked scared. One of them looked ready to bolt, the other just stared at the barrel, trying to work out why the gun had been able to kill one of their kind[.]
“You really don't focus well, do you? Dentists create fangs. Raven's have lipstick on them. They stick out too far. She got a lousy fang job.” “You mean they're fake?” “As fake as her boobs and your dragon stories.” “I should be insulted.” He stepped away from her.