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.

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

English vampires may not be as well behaved around witches as the American ones are.

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.

I know,I can smell it, too.

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