That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always slightly ahead of me, like a dark star guiding me home.
That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always slightly ahead of me, like a dark star guiding me home.
And happiness is always louder than sadness.
These days vampires gravitated toward particle accelerators, projects to decode the genome, and molecular biology. Once they had flocked to alchemy, anatomy, and electricity. If it went bang, involved blood, or promised to unlock the secrets of the universe, there was sure to be a vampire around.
English vampires may not be as well behaved around witches as the American ones are.
We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book.
Her bark is worse than her bite.
Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi
I saw the logic that they used, and the death of a thousand cuts as experimental scientists slowly chipped away at the belief that the world was an inexplicably powerful, magical place. Ultimately they failed, though. The magic never really went away. It waited, quietly, for people to return to it when they found the science wanting.
Wordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.
I want a simple, ordinary life . . . like humans enjoy.
Yes, I see that you are behaving like a prince but that doesn't mean you won't behave like a devil at the first opportunity.
I wanted to know how humans came up with a view of the world that had so little magic in it. I needed to understand how they convinced themselves that magic wasn't important.
You do angry. I just saw it. And you left at least one hole in my carpet to prove it.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only because it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
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.
In this room we understand why this war might be fought...it's about our common belief that no one has the right to tell two creatures that they cannot love each other--no matter what their species.
It is a blessing as well as a burden to love so much that you can hurt so badly when love is gone.
It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however,
Je suis à votre commande, seigneur.
Just because something seems impossible doesn't make it untrue,
Matthew kept hinting that his desire - for blood, chiefly- was so strong that it put everything else at risk. But vampires weren't the only creatures who had to manage such strong impulses. Much of what qualified as magic was simply desire in action. Witchcraft was different- that took spells and rituals. But magic? A wish, a need, a hunger too strong to be denied- these could turn into deeds when they cross a witch's mind.
My ideas about vampires may by romantic, but your attitudes toward women need a major overhaul.
She was like a camera that had been chronically out of focus until someone came by and twisted the lenses into alignment.
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