“Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much safer, much more enclosed. “Christian,” she breathed after her name had remained uncomfortably within his ears for a… — 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, how her lips trembled slightly with what she had done, yes, and now for the glare in his eyes. He knew she could see the hunger they held, he knew she could see, in that moment,… — S.C. Parris Copy Share
“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
