I had a rare wine in my blood. Expiation was over, guilt washed out, terror canceled. — Tanith Lee

The antithesis of myself. No fervor in him, no greed for life, only his ruthless craving to possess, which took no pleasure in possession.

This much poison cannot pour in one’s ears without it will leave some trace.

I have seen women who thought they loved me look at me that way, and wolves which were hungry.