“Yes, he said, taking her hand. And now I think I finally understand that old expression - a sight for sore eyes.”

“Look," Grace said. "How strange! In spite of the rain, you can still see the stars. How bright they are tonight." She pointed, but Lorcan didn't look. His eyes remained fixed intently on her."I can't think of a finer sight in the whole world than the one I'm looking at right now," he said.In spite of being drenched, Grace flushed at his words.Lorcan's eyes sparkled at her, brighter than ever before. It was as if the rare blue gems of his iriseshad been washed by the rain amd buffed by the moonlight to a new intensity. "Grace, there's been something I've wanted to do for a very long time now, but things have kept getting in the way." He reached forward, bringing a hand to the side of her face. Then he gently but firmly drew her wet face toward his. He gazed at her, as if seeing her for the first time. Then he brought his soft lips down to hers and kissed her.”

“Bart glared at his old friend. I'm not sure I like the new you, he said ~Take me to the blood tavern..Take me to the vampirate ship..If you don't mind me saying so, buddy, since you died, you've gotten awful bossy.What's the rush anyhow? aren't you immortal now? from where I'm sitting, you've got all the time in the world”

“Lorcan nodded, "It'ss a beautiful night," he said. "The stars have all come out for you, Darcy." He turned to go, then had a fresh thought. "Oh and Tempest, a word to the wise..." Grace was busily gathering up the edges of Darcy's train. "Yes?" she said, glancing up at Lorcan. "What is it Furey?" Lorcan grinned."Just so you know, I've put down good money on you catching the wedding bouquet. I trust you wouldn't let me down!" as he winked at her, Grace thought his eyes never looked so blue. They were eyes you could never tire from looking at- as deep and constant and infinite as the ocean itself.”

“So how do you make your exit?" she asked. "In a puff of smoke? Or do you just vaporize?"He grinned at her. "Much as I hate to be a crushing disappointment to you, I reckon I'll just take the door.”

“i’ll tell you a tale of Vampirates,a tale as old as true.Yea, I’ll sing you a song of an ancient ship,that sails the ocean blue...That haunts the ocean blue.the Vampirate ship has tattered sails,that flap like wings in flight.They say that the Captain, he wears a veil,so as to curtail your fright.At his death pale skin,and his lifeless eyes,and his teeth sharp as night.Oh, they say that the Captain, he wears a veil,and his eyes never see the light.you better be good child- good as gold.As good as good can be.Else I’ll tell you to the in to the vampirates,and wave you out to sea.Yes, you’d better be good child- good as gold,because- lookཀ can you see?,There’s a dark ship in the harbor tonight.And there’s room in the hold for thee.(Plenty of room for thee.)Well if pirates are bad.And vampires are worse.Then I pray, that as long as I be,that though I sing of Vampirates,I never one shall I see.Yea, if Pirates are danger,and Vampirates are death,I’ll extend my prayer for thee-that thine eyes never see a Vampirate......and they never lay a hand on thee.”

“Well, if pirates are bad,And vampires are worse,Then I pray that as long as I beThat though I sing of VampiratesI never one shall see.Yea, if pirates are dangerAnd vampires are death,I'll extend my prayer for thee-That thine eyes never see a Vampirate...and they never lay a hand on thee”