“He said he didn’t like my kind and I was filled with the delirious expectation that he would identify me as a common species - that there were others like myself. I controlled my excitement, but he seemed to sense it - his gaze wavered uncertainly.”

“My dearest Lucy,” he said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “I would die for you.”

“You know, it’s dangerous to touch me like that.” He gazeddown into my eyes.“You didn’t seem to mind.”“That’s because I can control myself better than others. You havea date with danger or something?”That was an understatement. It was more like death.”

“I liked this guy a lot. And I thought he liked me a lot, but in truth he didn’t really like me at all. He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything-he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that’s the danger with flirts-you lose all sense of proportion. So I made a fool of myself, even though I didn’t realize it at the time. I was so devoted to him.”

“He walks in daylight. But, like a demon, he’s weaker then. He seems to have the powers of a god, but no followers. What would you call him? (Xypher)I wouldn’t call him anything that didn’t make him deliriously happy. (Simone)”

“Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.”