Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I.

The Code of the Vampires decreed that anyone who violated the Sacred Law was condemned to death, the blood burning. Charles had refused to subject Allegra to the sentence. But Mimi was a different matter. Mimi walked out of the church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.

I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.