I smile and wait a moment before biting into his neck. His blood tastes sweetest and I gladly take it in. Even more passion runs through me and I close my eyes.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
