Memories Were Short And History Unkind. It

Her Bark Is Worse Than Her Bite.

Sir. My Lord. Master Roydon." The Young Man Blurted Out Most Available Titles Except For "your Majesty" And "prince Of Darkness." These Were Implied Nonetheless.

She Was Like A Camera That Had Been Chronically Out Of Focus Until Someone Came By And Twisted The Lenses Into Alignment.

Are You Smelling Me?” After Yesterday I Suspected That My Body Was Giving Him All Kinds Of Information I Didn't Want Him To Have. “don't Tempt Me,” He Murmured.

You Persist In This Romantic Vision Of What It Is To Be A Vampire, But Despite My Best Efforts To Curb It I Have A Taste For Blood.