She was like a camera that had been chronically out of focus until someone came by and twisted the lenses into alignment.

It is a blessing as well as a burden to love so much that you can hurt so badly when love is gone.

Her bark is worse than her bite.

It begins with absence and desire. It begins with blood and fear. It begins with a discovery of witches.

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.

In this room we understand why this war might be fought...it's about our common belief that no one has the right to tell two creatures that they cannot love each other--no matter what their species.