Sir. My lord. Master Roydon." The young man blurted out most available titles except for "Your Majesty" and "Prince of Darkness." These were implied nonetheless.

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

I know,I can smell it, too.

Be yourself-- Matthew Clairmont. Complete with your sharp vampire teeth and your scary mother, your test tubes full of blood and your DNA, your infuriating bossiness and your maddening sense of smell.

Her bark is worse than her bite.

It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however.

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