“The waves, the girl in the rain, and that awful, blood-begotten stom. Blood and love and loss.”
“They sat it "Rains Blood" at scenes of battle... you truly...make blood rain”
“I vant to zuk your blood." He waved his black gloved hands above his head as he tried out his awful Transylvanian accent. "You vish," She replied.”
“No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?”
“How totally unexpected," he declared, then proceeded to faint from blood loss.”
“I'm a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.”