“Evil can be glamorous.”

“I was poised, fo­cused, and alert.Two hours lat­er, I was bored, sleepy, and yawn­ing.”

“One of us had to be brave and ad­mit to vir­gin­ity. I fig­ured it should be the war­rior.”

“Gen­tly, he leaned in and brushed his soft, gen­er­ous lips against mine. It was awe­some. I thought I might puke.”

“If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand—always.”

“I really like it when a bad dream doesn't scare you...it inspires you instead'.”

“Lift your head to me...’ His is the kiss of a timorous lover. Feel his inhuman lips on the throat, the heat of it. The bite, when it comes, is cold. Begin to sink as the blood flows into his mouth; it is almost soothing. No pain. No pain at all. His teeth grind into the muscles; ecstasy and torment. Life, the very being, is flowing out. Unholy nourishment. Holy nourishment. Drained slowly.The trauma of it feels like being torn, but it is no more than suddenly having the ability to experience reality in a different way. Waiting for the end... for what? Cannot foretell. No longer flesh, no longer blood. Soul. Free.”