For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

No, thats not how it happened... Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful... His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I'll even carry them with me after I go.

Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care.

A world of "if"s, but it would make no difference. If I could go back in time... but I couldn't. The past was behind me. The best thing now would be to stop looking over my shoulder. It was time to forget the past and look to the present and future.

Better not to start down a wrong path at all than head down it in the hope of making a detour when something better came along.

There are a lot of black-hearted, mean-spirited bastards in the world. It's important that we hold them to acount. But always remember that you might be the most black-hearted and mean-spirited in the lot, so hold yourself the most accountable of all.

I'm starting to understand that fear is like cancer - you can beat it back, but if it returns, it can be worse than ever.