I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.
The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain. They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. They were the men with the leather-ribbon whips who sweated up the Pyramids seasoning it with other people's salt and other people's cracked hearts. They coursed Europe on the White Horses of the Plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Some must have been lazing clowns, foot props for emperors, princes, and epileptic popes. Then out on the road, Gypsies in time, their populations grew as the world grew, spread, and there was more delicious variety of pain to thrive on. The train put wheels under them and here they run down the log road out of the Gothic and baroque; look at their wagons and coaches, the carving like medieval shrines, all of it stuff once drawn by horses, mules, or, maybe, men.
Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors
I heard there are no male sidhe-seers.
I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss - Jean-Claude
Every time I think I
Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?
Look at the sun! It
((Continue#3!)) He paused; a grim silence gripped the whole clearing, broken by a contemptious Rumble from Tigerstar.
Blood was flowing
Home, Ms. Lane?
so-what's it like, being a vampire? aline! isabelle looked appalled. you can't just go around asking people what's it like to be a vampire i don't see why, aline said. he hasn't been a vampire that long, has he? so he must still remember what it was likebeing a person.she turned back to simon. does blood taste like blood to you? or does it taste like something else now, like orange juice or something? because i would think the taste of blood would- it tastes like chicken. simon said, just to shut her up. really? aline looked astonished he's making fun of you, aline, said sebastain
The first morning Simon had been at Amatis's house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him.
I wanted to feel like I could open my mouth and fill it with Pepper's flesh, close my teeth on her skin and tear it away, making blood pump like a fountain over everything - rug, clothes, hair, face - both Violet and I stopped in midair. Pepper's eyes had flooded with tears. It was too easy, she was enjoying this. Her body softened like a sponge waiting to soak up my punches. Her lips smiled the same way Valerie's did. It was as if I had discovered maggots in her flesh. I recoiled from her where she lay on the bed like a piece of rotting meat.
Blood is really warm, it's like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming.
Bloodclan, Attack!
So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.
For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.
Brains, BRAINS, BRains, brains, BRAINS. BRaiNS, brains, Brains, BRAINS, BRains, brains, BRAINS. BRAINS, BRains, brains, BRAINS, brains.
It's already bad. I'm honestly not sure how much worse it's going to get.
Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?
Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.
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