The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Seven

"For my part, / The rack, the gallows, and the torturing wheel, / Shall be but sound sleeps to me: here's my rest."


The Abbot’s Tale: A Chronicle of Vampirism

"With the ease of one bereft of a memory, I melted into the clasp of those rigid, marble arms, my own warm, living mouth pressing with a fearful, helpless avidity against her cold lips..."