“You were dropped as a child, weren’t you?” Varen asked her.
“Maybe once or twice,” Gwen said, “but at least I wasn’t raised by highly literate vampires who, every night just before bed, fed me a steady diet of dark sarcasm and gothic horror fiction.”

“But then, you do possess a certain knack for impelling lovesick wretches to ruin, don’t you?”

LIVED FOR LOVE, YET PERISHED BY ITS HAND