I Know,i Can Smell It, Too.

English Vampires May Not Be As Well Behaved Around Witches As The American Ones Are.

Within Days They'd Formed An Unholy Alliance With A Foppish Young French Vampire In The Garden District Who Had Implausibly Golden Hair And A Streak Of Ruthlessness As Wide As The Mississippi

Scholars Do One Of Two Things When They Discover Information That Doesn't Fit What They Already Know. Either They Sweep It Aside So It Doesn't Bring Their Cherished Theories Into Question Or They Focus On It With Laserlike Intensity And Try To Get To The Bottom Of The Mystery.

In This Room We Understand Why This War Might Be Fought...it's About Our Common Belief That No One Has The Right To Tell Two Creatures That They Cannot Love Each Other--no Matter What Their Species.

With Knot Of One, The Spell's Begun. With Knot Of Two, The Spell Be True. With Knot Of Three, The Spell Is Free. With Knot Of Four, The Power Is Stored. With Knot Of Five, The Spell With Thrive. With Knot Of Six, This Spell I Fix.