When he whispered my name, that's when I knew- this was how death felt.

Vampires were myths, childhood stories– as were werewolves, mermaids and dragons. I believed none of it.

Life," Graveworthy said, when he saw Jack was awake and staring at him, "is a series of desperate gambles and boxing matches for the wits, bookended on the one side by events in which one is shot at, and on the other end by mornings like this.