In the interests of originality – not to mention verisimilitude – we’re skipping dinner and moving right on to the date.’ ‘Readers would love a vampire who said that!’ I said.
It’s one thing to wander.
This is why you have to stop keeping secrets, Matt. They’re going to destroy you from the inside.
This family was more fun when we had fewer medical degrees.
Daemons are brilliant, but we’re not vicious – not like the vampires.
From the depths of the water I cried out to you, and from the depths of the earth I will call to those who pass by me. Watch for me. See me. And if you find another who is like me, I will give him the morning star.
In labor we blame absolutely everything on the husband. It keeps the mother from developing homicidal fantasies and reminds the men they aren’t the center of attention,’ Sarah explained.
The daemon glanced at his watch. The day was young, but he already knew why his friend was in Scotland. Matthew Clairmont was falling in love.
She could not imagine why these companies all chose shades of blue for their logos. Blue had always struck her as such a serene, soothing color, yet all social media offered was endless agitation and posturing. It was worse than the court of Versailles. Come.
Do not refuse me because I am dark and shadowed,’” I whispered, remembering.
Take care, Gallowglass,” Matthew murmured. It was no casual farewell, but an order. His nephew nodded. “As if your wife were my own.
A note in Sarah’s dark, decisive handwriting was taped to the staircase’s newel post. “Out. Thought the house needed some time alone with you first. Move slowly. Matthew can stay in Em’s old room. Your room is ready.” There was a postscript, in Em’s rounder scrawl. “Both of you use your parents’ room.
The scars don’t bother me. They are just signs that I’ve fought and survived.
Everytime I pick up a book or a document from the past, I’m in a battle with people who lived hundreds of years ago. They have their secrets and obsessions – all the things they won’t or can’t reveal.
The family never puts ‘surely’ and ‘Philippe’ in the same sentence. It always ends badly.
I am capable of opening my own door,” I said, getting out of the car. “Why do today’s women think it’s important to open a door themselves?” he said sharply.
Here’s Fernando,” Sarah said in a tone suggesting that deliverance had come at last.
All men are fools, Your Majesty,” Matthew said swiftly.
The next morning was grey and much more typical of early autumn. All I wanted to do was cocoon myself in layers of sweaters and stay in my room.
You know that I’m not going to let the Holy Roman Emperor – or anybody else, for that matter – seduce me.