博客來Vampires were not evil until God said, ＂let there be light,＂ and red divided like shattered glass through a black carpeted sky. One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine balls of fire...Dallas took this personally.
From day one of existence, Carison breathed in battle and made it a part of himself. He knew the sword before he knew of language, pens, or books. Snow dripped from blue bitten fingers and this was his passage of time; slow and endless as the snow.
Additional Information: I want it to be known that this was a love letter to my husband on the back. Something along the lines of, ＂A queer love letter,＂ or ＂To the one who will love me in every universe.＂
