Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

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.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?

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.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.