“Yet I have to wonder if I have lost the song because I have become the song. If I have lost my Lord because I do indeed desire to be what I will become. A lover who hates, a saint who sins, and an angel who kills.” SongSaintLoverMayaAngel Of DeathSitaChristopher PikeAlisa PerneBlack BloodSpirtualism Book:Black Blood Source: Black Blood
“The universe dilated within him, above him. Something like joy stirred in Lancaster’s being, a sublime ecstasy born of terror. His heart felt as if it might burst, might leap from his chest. His cheeks were wet. Drops of blood glittered on his bare arms, the backs of his hands, his thighs, his feet. Black as the blackest pearls come undone from a string, the droplets lifted from him, drifted from him like a slow motion comet tail, and floated toward the road, the fields. For the first time in an age he heard nothing but the night sounds of crickets, his own breath. His skull was quiet.” NightBloodCricketsBlack Blood Book:The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All Source: The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All