“…he stood behind her, tall and pale, like the ghost of his former self…”

“You missed a fine opportunity there."Her heart raced as she whirled around. The hoarse voice was William's. He stood behind her, somewhat worse the wear for drink. He was pale in the moonlight, his hair a dark halo, hard eyes glittering with some inner fire."What do you want, William?""I want you.”

“Lilah stood above them, tall and beautiful, her white hair whipping in the fresh breeze, her clothes streaked with gore, her hazel eyes glowing with fire.She turned slowly to Nix and in her ghostly whisper of a voice said, "I hate boys.”

“It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the foundation of early races.”

“But her name was Esmé. She was a girl with long, long, red, red hair. Her mother braided it. The flower shop boy stood behind her and held it in his hand. Her mother cut it off and hung it from a chandelier. She was Queen. Mazishta. Her hair was black and her handmaidens dressed it with pearls and silver pins. Her flesh was golden like the desert. Her flesh was pale like cream. Her eyes were blue. Brown.”

“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…”