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

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.

Scholars do one of two things when they discover information that doesn't fit what they already know. Either they sweep it aside so it doesn't bring their cherished theories into question or they focus on it with laserlike intensity and try to get to the bottom of the mystery.

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

With knot of one, the spell's begun. With knot of two, the spell be true. With knot of three, the spell is free. With knot of four, the power is stored. With knot of five, the spell with thrive. With knot of six, this spell I fix.

If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only because it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.

Memories were short and history unkind. It was the way of the world.