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“He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle only he knew and would never share.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“A decision made during a moment of weakness can ruin your life.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý To date, I had made three.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“I had lied to myself from the very beginning, deceived myself into believing that I was being fanciful and overly imaginative. Surely such monstrosities only existed in nightmares? Yet I had lived through a nightmare these past months, and that was no dream at all.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýI was still fighting against the awful truth, not wanting to give in, searching my mind for a logical explanation—but there was none. And the most horrible realization of all was that I had known, somewhere deep inside, ever since the day I first set eyes on Vladec Salei.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýPlague carrier.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýLiving death.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýDrainer of life.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýThe phrasing did not matter. No euphemism could strike fear into the hearts of men the way that single word could.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýVampire.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý And for me, the uninitiated, that single word meant death.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“Thirteen years of friendship had bonded us together more thoroughly than if we had been born of the same mother. Even at this late stage, I was unwilling to let him go.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“His character is like an emerald—multifaceted and enhanced by inclusions.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“Because, my dear Eric, I have tasted the secret knowledge. I know how much to say and when to pull back. I know what to see and not see. And now that I have become whole again, I can never go back. All these things he has given me. Better than my supposed mother and father ever could. For that, I owe him my life and allegiance.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“Tell me, Eric,â€� he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?â€�
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýMy mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. “What an odd question...â€�
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý“But a valid one. Well, have you?â€�
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý“I’ve cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...â€�
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý“Not your own, you foolish boy.â€� He let out a short, derisive laugh and leaned in so that he was only a few inches from my face. “I mean the blood of another.â€�
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý“Good God, Stefan, of course not!â€�
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý“Pity...”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura