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