“To leave the thread of all timeAnd let it make a dark lineIn hopes that I can still findThe way back to the momentI took the turn and turned toBegin a new beginningStill looking for the answerI cannot find the finishIt's either this or that wayIt's one way or the otherIt should be one directionIt could be on reflectionThe turn I have just takenThe turn that I was makingI might be just beginningI might be near the end.”

“Each heart is a pilgrim,Each one wants to knowThe reason why the winds dieAnd where the stories go.Pilgrim, in your journeyYou may travel far,For pilgrim it's a long wayTo find out who you are...”

“Long, long journey through the darknessLong, long way to goBut what are miles across the oceanTo the heart that's coming home?”

“You’ll have to turn your back.”He turned slowly. The view from the back was just as good as the view from the front. I could practically hear Lucy snickering in the back of my head. I might be the vampire daughter, but she was the one who was a bad influence. No question.”

“I turned the pages so fast. And I suppose I was, in my mindless way, looking for a something, version of myself, a heroine I could slip inside as one might a pair of favourite shoes.”

“A little politeness might smooth the way ahead. Knowing it was his turn to be dispatched, the best he could hope for was as swift a death as the one Massetti had so thanklessly received.”

“This time, there was no escape, I could not turn away, could not leave without accepting what I had done. There was only one way to the other side, and that was through the pain.”