Within Days They'd Formed An Unholy Alliance

Be Yourself-- Matthew Clairmont. Complete With Your Sharp Vampire Teeth And Your Scary Mother, Your Test Tubes Full Of Blood And Your Dna, Your Infuriating Bossiness And Your Maddening Sense Of Smell.

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

She Was Like A Camera That Had Been Chronically Out Of Focus Until Someone Came By And Twisted The Lenses Into Alignment.

Matthew Kept Hinting That His Desire - For Blood, Chiefly- Was So Strong That It Put Everything Else At Risk. But Vampires Weren’t The Only Creatures Who Had To Manage Such Strong Impulses. Much Of What Qualified As Magic Was Simply Desire In Action. Witchcraft Was Different- That Took Spells And Rituals. But Magic? A Wish, A Need, A Hunger Too Strong To Be Denied- These Could Turn Into Deeds When They Cross A Witch’s Mind.

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