“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world, you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of debts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.” LovePhilosophyVampire RomanceWoman S StrengthScorned Women Society Book:A Dowry of Blood Source: A Dowry of Blood