“Sometimes he wished his fate was someone else’s, but, of course, it could never be. Fate is not a fake $5 bill. It can’t be unloaded on the next poor sucker in the French Quarter.” — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“The living could not possibly understand what it felt like to be a monster. And the extremes to which a monster would go to… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“I’m not like you,” he said. “I used to be like you, but I’m not anymore.” “What are you? A vampire?” He had to… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“Sex contained all sorts of promises—I love you, I will see you again, I will not hurt you. It bonded people. It took down… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“Why would Henri come to her rescue? She was hardly charming. Her company was irritating at best. And she’d been a complete bitch to… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“Henri had lost a lot of bodily functions when he died—he didn’t eat, breathe, or sleep anymore—but other things had stayed, thankfully, such as… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“She held his stare, waiting for a clue to his intentions—a smile, a nod, even a frown. But he just looked straight at her,… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“They were a sorry-looking bunch. Their clothes were in tatters. Their flesh was ripped. They were filthy beyond filth. For once, they looked like… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he wished his fate was someone else’s, but, of course, it could never be. Fate is not a fake $5 bill. It can’t… — Maggie LaCroix Copy Share Image
