There was one about a vampire, called Carmilla, that haunted me for weeks; but it was a long time ago. She brought with her a squarely-built grey-haired man from whom the aura of luscious vermeil life exuded. It doesn't matter. I had one attempt to make them see it and that taught me that it's best to keep my mouth shut, to pretend everything's going to be all right—for their sake, not for mine.
***file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine. html (278 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste She was shocked. html (689 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:59 A Taste Oh, you look the same, you sound the same—and yet you don't. Then she felt a trickle of anxiety, a reminder that his inner life was completely unknown to her.
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