“My own blood always tasted disappointing. I wondered if it tasted that way to God too.” — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
“My own blood always tasted disappointing. I wondered if it tasted that way to God too.” — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
“I took the pistol off the man and shot him with it in both of his eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind… — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
“Death would have to wait a while longer for another soul to feed upon.” — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
“A shadow moved in the street below and my mind became focused on the movement. This shadow caught my attention because it moved so… — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
“Despite wanting me to end her life, after a short while, Mrs Sloan fought back with surprising strength for such a small woman. Being… — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
