“Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“So – I am n-nothing more than – than a bloody job?! On top of not knowing why you must look after… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.” — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“He barely heard the gasp escape her lips, but he did see her brilliant brown eyes, how they danced with alarm at his presence,… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much safer, much… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“Westley stared at him carefully. “Victor…I understand how you must feel but the rules Dracula upheld—” “Were the same very rules that allowed the… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“Make no excuses for the devils that will not excuse you of their burdens, Miss Crane." - Darien Nicodemeus; Chapter Sixteen - The Giant's… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“I do not know…who turned me, your Grace.” His downcast gaze said it all: How terribly sad. For she had known all her life… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“He stood just near the club’s steps, his back to me along the foggy English night, and it was not until I’d passed him… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“There is special power in that sword,' Ewer went on, 'the gem in the guard of the Ares holds the blood of the Creature… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“I have seen a stunning amount of death and destruction. Creation yes, but more death than birth. Mankind has learned nothing from their forefathers.… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“So – I am n-nothing more than – than a bloody job?! On top of not knowing why you must look after me –… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
