Blood Sipper Quotes

“My soul has been severed in two, like Yin and Yang, these parts interlace. Only, both are beasts.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My ravenous gaze devouring every inch of her visage, from the gentle branching of lines that wing from her sunken eyes to a paltry splattering of freckles that mottle her bottom lip.

She smiles.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Who wants to read about the same old mundane human lifestyle over and over again? Wouldn’t you rather read a book about a fantastical creature than Cathy's office love affair?”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Twisted Fate

“She is a siren of death, disturbingly beautiful and heartbreakingly deadly.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“The remaining half of my gin stands before me, and yet, no amount of drink can quench this thirst.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“For a reason, unbeknownst to me, I cannot help coveting those strange hooded eyes of hers - the black of her pupil enveloped by a whirlpool of forget me not blue. If I could catch her gaze once more, even if it is only to discern if she has been as unnerved by me as I have been by her...”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“When the nuclear bombs were triggered they tore a hole in the veil that separates us from other worlds. More specifically from our alternative universe where everything we fear runs wild. The bombs created a wormhole allowing our universe to link with the other. This was our saving grace, without it we would all be dead, and now we are left to face the reality of our fears...”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“The sun has collapsed against the vast expanse of the darkening ocean. Soon the turquoise sea will be completely black like a void. I hate the ocean at night. It has me thinking about hopelessness and loss. The red sky a watercolour as the thickening clouds leak together.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“Nobody is born with a label. We’re made into what we are.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“She is the perfect angel of death archetype, only now she is bleeding and beaten.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“Enthusiasm is like a headache without the ache. It's a rush that starts at the heels of your feet and stretches to your ears before snapping back and leaving the space below your navel dancing.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“The sky is diluted scarlet. It is an oddity, a noticeable wound in the fabric of our world. In specific areas, like Solange’s island, it stands out like a blooming flower in a dying garden.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“Trying not to focus on the furious beating of my pulse as it bounces between my temples, even though the eurythmic beat is the only reason I can be sure I’m still alive. It gives me hope. Hope that somehow I’ve survived the bomb. I’ve survived the blinding white light of what came after and it gives me hope that I’ve found a way to evade death…”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“Like a kelpie the sunlight feigns innocence until it meets my skin, transforming into a sharp-toothed monster that tears away at my cold dead flesh.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“For anyone, man or woman to desire me, it is absurd! I am nothing but a gargoyle filled with the blood of others.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My mind is blank. Yet, one word rides the Ferris wheel of my psyche, whirling around and leaving me dizzy - monster. It is unavoidable. I am a monster.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Her blood. Gushing out, it darkens her lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of my mind.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“I swivel my back to her, my eyes gluttonous and eager to get their fill of this intimate piece of what has come to be her puzzle.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Creatures, like myself, have voices that are laced with impending peril, and yet, each and every time they succeed in hypnotising another victim.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The smallest lapse in emotion leaves me spinning, overcome with bloodlust.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My mind… It is a delicate veil, torn by genetics, made worse by my maker thinking his curse could mend me.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“It was a myth, a fantastical portrayal of my mentor himself, his legend forever anchoring itself to history in a way mine will never be. Spring Heeled Jack, the boogeyman with eyes like fireballs who could jump unnaturally high. Breathing blue flames he'd ravage women with his claws.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The coppers, thinking I must be hacked to bits at the bottom of the Thames, now blame both murders on the Ripper. The theory is so ironic I cannot help but snort out a tirade of titters.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“He isn’t descended from foreigners. He is the very first outsider. A forbearer people would rather keep hush about being descended from, and I am honoured to know him.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“He'd come a rather long way to experience life within the beating heart of London. Now, stalking the streets of the Chapel, experimenting with how much such a heart can take before it stops beating altogether.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The wind picks up as if to match his mood, it twists my coat so that for a moment it resembles a saw-toothed cape flying out behind me. All I need now is a garish top hat and they can call me Count Dracula.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“I ignore him and continue walking. I ignore the light drizzle that falls from the smog-filled sky and I ignore the mass of men who stand outside the public-house attempting to light their pipes with matchsticks that burn out as fast as they are struck alight. I ignore their thunderous cackles and cajoling as one of their friends gets sick on another's boots and I ignore my pseudo-name as my mentor yells it behind me.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Has he finally had his full of my acquired taste?

Has he decided that I am too wicked to live with after all?

The idea clenches at my lungs, smothering them to uselessness.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The idea of eternal life should have removed the chokehold from my neck. I could be anyone, do anything. Yet the idea somehow made it worse...”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My companion first explained my curse to me on the night we chanced to meet, spinning delicious words into prose that ignited a desire within my soul. Words that left me with a yearning to devour every taboo known to man.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper