"At midnight, the wicked Count left the ruined castle again, charging through the darkness, his eyes glittering like those of demon, his soul black and malevolent, stricken by jealousy, death his only objective...."






"When he grimaced, his teeth flashed like the razor-sharp canines of half-starved dogs...."













"The peasants huddled by their hearths, their doors locked against the stormy dark, knowing Lord Doom had once again laid claim to the night."






"I know, I'll go speak Mr.Methley and I'll tell him that we think Miss Stone has swooned. Then he will..."






"Uh ... yes, Felicity."