I Know,i Can Smell It, Too.

Sir. My Lord. Master Roydon." The Young Man Blurted Out Most Available Titles Except For "your Majesty" And "prince Of Darkness." These Were Implied Nonetheless.

You Persist In This Romantic Vision Of What It Is To Be A Vampire, But Despite My Best Efforts To Curb It I Have A Taste For Blood.

Memories Were Short And History Unkind. It Was The Way Of The World.

Se Souvenir Du Passe, Et Qu'il Ya Un Avenir: Remember The Past, And That There Is A Future.

And Happiness Is Always Louder Than Sadness.