His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.

I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me.

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.

morois are born..but strigois are made..!

Some people read books for fun.

Because it’s our duty to God to protect the rest of humanity from evil creatures of the night.

I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.