Betrayal Would Be A Different Sort Of

Oh,' She Said, Too Bone-weary To Pretend: 'i Would Far Rather That I Love You As I Saw Yesterday I Do Than That I Had Gone On Worshiping You As I Did Not Long Since.' And She Turned Away Hastily, And Did Not See That Little John Would Reach Out To Her; And Half-running, Went To Tuck's Cottage, Where She Could Pull On Her Half-dry Clothes, And Become A Proper Outlaw Again. At Least, She Thought, Fighting Back Tears, Like This I Am Cecil, With A Place Among Friends, And A Task To Do. I Am Someone. I Wonder If Perhaps If I Am No Longer Cecil, I Am No One At All.

Can't All Beasts Be Tamed?

Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously Creepy. This One's Name Was Constantine. We'd Met Before.

But I'm Going To Try To Tell The Truth. Except For The Parts I'm Leav­ing Out, Because There's Still Stuff I'm Just Not Going To Tell You. Get Used To It.

My Kind [vampires] Does Not Surprise Easily," He Said. "you Surprised Me, This Morning. I Have Thus Used Up My Full Quota Of Shock And Consternation For Some Interval." I Stared At Him. "you Made A *joke*." "i Have Heard This Kind Of Thing May Happen.