Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Love changes us, but we change how we love too.

Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.