gothic-romance

I was never able to accept anyone else__ support but my own _

You can speak to me like you haven__ spoken even to yourself.

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? _

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms _ just the two of us are still alive _

Emotions don__ interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

Even I don__ know myself... In fact, I don__ know if I really have a self at all, as I__ constantly playing different roles and pretending _ not so much on stage as in real life...

I always am in a role, lovely _ for you, for them _ even for myself. Yeah... Even when I__ alone, I am still in a role _ and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings _

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

Oh, he did look like a deity _ the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.

Amelia envisaged that between York and the royal-infested Scottish Highlands there was a grimy wasteland of derelict cranes and abandoned mills and betrayed, yet still staunch, people. Oh and moorland, of course, vast tracts of brooding landscape under lowering skies, and across this heath strode brooding, lowering men intent on reaching their ancestral houses, where they were going to fling open doors and castigate orphaned yet resolute governesses. Or _ preferably _ the brooding, lowering men were on horseback, black horses with huge muscled haunches, glistening with sweat _

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

Mine first --mine last-- mine even in the grave!

When her mind was discomposed... a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.

She would've made an excellent pirate.

The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name brought tears of joy or pain of anger to those he left in his wake. The result of his own unresolved pain.

Matthew shook his head. __hoever said anything of women in the Victorian era being prim and proper apparently hadn__ met Maxine Fleming.__ahatan chuckled. ____ sure a publisher somewhere would make a nice fortune with putting this into print. The fact is, people tend to look back on bygone times through rose-colored glasses. All eras have encouraged values that are pushed on the surface, but in the end, people are still people.