I want a simple, ordinary life . . . like humans enjoy.

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

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

Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi

These days vampires gravitated toward particle accelerators, projects to decode the genome, and molecular biology. Once they had flocked to alchemy, anatomy, and electricity. If it went bang, involved blood, or promised to unlock the secrets of the universe, there was sure to be a vampire around.

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

I wanted to know how humans came up with a view of the world that had so little magic in it. I needed to understand how they convinced themselves that magic wasn’t important.