It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)

Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout." "Whithout what?

Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.

It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)

He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.

Check out that one at the end. He's taken the form of a footstool. Weird...but somehow I like his style." "That is a footstool.

One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.