Alas, my being the James Bond of vampires isn't the whole issue. Vanity must wait.
After all, these were blood drinkers, beings who spoke gently, liked poetry, and yet killed mortals all the time.
I watched him rise from the coffin, with slow, elegant gestures; our gestures, for we are the only beings who routinely rise from coffins.
Maybe we do go home, finally.
I had to have him, had to. Just the way I had to have everything I wanted; or had to do everything I'd ever wanted to do.
To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.
Finally those you love are simply ... those you love.
Ah, but prophecies have a way of fulfilling themselves,' Khayman said. 'That's the magic of it. We all understood it in ancient times. The power of charms is the power of the will; you might say that...
The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.
