“To my amazement, miraculously, the lid suddenly loosened and slid all the way open, revealing its hidden cargo: A stack of small… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“A man who looks like Frodo just spent $150 on erotica books and asked for my phone number. I considered giving him… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“A line from The Picture of Dorian Gray kept running through my head- a line which, I thought, might have been written by the… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“Jane!" cried he softly, moving closer. "All these long months that we have been apart, even believing it to be impossible, it is of… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“I believe there is a kind of happiness to be found in every thing in life, in all that is good and pleasing, as… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“I was too stunned to think or move. I knew he desired my blood. And yet I did not want to hinder him. With a flick of his fingers, he untied the ribbon at my collar and pulled open my nightdress at my neck, exposing my collar-bone and upper chest. His mouth instantly found the supersensitive skin at the side… — Syrie James Copy Share
“What are you afraid of?" he said tenderly. "That I will take advantage of your virtue? Or that I will bite you and feed a bit too long and avidly?" 'Both,' I thought. Aloud, I said breathlessly: "Should I fear these things?" "Perhaps you should. I cannot deny it: I have long desired both your body and your blood. But… — Syrie James Copy Share
“To love, to be loved, and to be useful: these are the most important elements in a happy, meaningful life, and they can be… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“The moment my head touched my pillow, I heard Nicolae in my mind: 'So: my little theatricals were well received?' 'You made an excellent impression,' I replied in thought, with a little smile. 'I feel you smiling. I wish I was there to see it.' I stifled a surprised gasp. 'How does this bond work between us? Can you read… — Syrie James Copy Share
“Mina: for centuries, I have been alone. I have nearly perished from loneliness, and yet I could not die. I have longed to meet a woman I could truly love: a kindred spirit who shared my dreams, my interests, my passions. When I saw your photograph and read your letters, I had an uncanny premonition that you were destined for… — Syrie James Copy Share
“If all the days and nights in the world were to cease to be, I still hold that we were meant to meet and… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“The feel of her body against his was exhilarating, driving all rational thought from his head. “All right, prepare yourself, Claire Brennan.” She looked… — Syrie James Copy Share Image
“Drink," he said. I pressed my mouth to the wound, first lapping up the blood as it flowed out, and then sucking deeply from it. I had only tasted blood a few times before, when I had sucked on an injured fingertip. The blood I now imbibed was nothing like the mild, slightly salty liquid that ran in my own… — Syrie James Copy Share
