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“...in other spheres of Victorian Society the appeal of a young woman dressed in black from head to toe was acknowledged. In Victorian popular culture, widows had two manifestations: the battleaxe and the man-eater, preying upon husbands and bachelors alike. Even today, an attractive, dark-haired person dressed in all black has vampiric connotations, as the novelist Alison Lurie has noted, 'so archetypally terrifying and thrilling, that any black-haired, pale-complexioned man or woman who appears clad in all black formal clothes projects a destructive eroticism, sometimes without concious intention.”
― Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead

“She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I’d ever seen her.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly’s wing whisking my lips.”
― Mari Mancusi, Stake That

“Tell me, Eric,â€� he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?â€�
       My mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. “What an odd question...�
       “But a valid one. Well, have you?�
       “I’ve cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...�
       “Not your own, you foolish boy.� 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.�
       “Good God, Stefan, of course not!�
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― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“Her name is Arabelle.â€�
Marius felt her name sink into his chest like a long-ago lullaby waiting to be sung again.”
― Juliette Cross, The Black Lily

“I want to stay inside you for eternity,â€� he whispered.”
― Juliette Cross, The Black Lily