“The dank smell of death in that alleyway haunted her senses, her memories. She kept thinking this was the end—this was what death felt like, what death looked like. Death was a … ‘Vampire,’ she whispered.” — Lauren Dawes Copy Share Image
“The black vampire whispered in her ear again. She laughed, so high and clear you could have bottled it. “Do you practice the laugh, or is it natural talent? Naw, I’m betting you practice.” Jean-Claude’s face twisted. I wasn’t sure… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
