I was talking cannibalism, not romance.

He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.

It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.

Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.

A man learns with age, if he is lucky.

There is no cash in battling evil: just the opposite in my experience