At last he stood staring at the old Reuben Golding he thought he knew so well, and neither had a word for the other that mattered.

“The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit …”

“When did this fiend strike last?"Ah . . . The last report was from the Dominica…”

“Drink." she whispered, drawing nearer. "Drink." she held the soft, tender flesh…”

“I wouldn't write a book to tell you that a vampire was happy.”