My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.

Sorry, we've got ghosts.

You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire, but despite my best efforts to curb it I have a taste for blood.

Yes, I see that you are behaving like a prince but that doesn't mean you won't behave like a devil at the first opportunity.

Wordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.

My ideas about vampires may by romantic, but your attitudes toward women need a major overhaul.

Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris, Ni mal no·m sent e si l’ai gran, Quar de s’amor no suy devis, Ni no sai si ja n’aurai ni quan, Qu’en lieys es tota le mercés Que·m pot sorzer o decazer.” “Not dying nor living nor healing, there is no pain in my sickness, for I am not kept from her love. I don’t know if I will ever have it, for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power.