I don't care what you do. As long as you know you belong to me.

“Oh, no. A story. This was perhaps too maudlin and too much for the early hour, …”

“Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?”

“Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose …”

“So--what's it like, being a vampire?""Aline!" Isabelle looked appalled. "You ca…”