Heart of Dracula (Immortal Soul, #1)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

“The lives you have spent are the rain in a storm. Simply because I have not stopped to count the drops does not mean I do not comprehend the weather.”

But perhaps that was the nature of all men—to only desire that which they could not have.

Like a lonely cemetery angel, standing guard over the corpses and souls of the deceased, she was both beautiful and loathsome to them.

But when we begin, we are a seedling. A tree, or a flower, or a great immortal redwood like yourself. Our soul defines our potential. But our context—bad winters, dry summers, a perfect spring—define the branches we might sprout. The bark we might grow to protect us. Whether we bear fruit, or if we become grizzled and empty.”