Trenta passi furono sufficienti per raggiungere la meta: in mezzo a una radura trovarono il corpo martoriato della strega. Era circondato da sei dei suoi gatti, impalati tutt’intorno nella piccola radura. L’odore acre del sangue...
the people are the biggesthorror show on earth,have been forcenturies.
Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we’re opened, we’re red.
Finch was his own country, the government unstable, the population volatile.
One man carries salvation and damnation from the desert.
Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender.
She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.
Love, really? We’re vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.
If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.