Empire of the Vampire - Jay Kristoff
But he thought of his lady’s face. The colour of her lips the
last time he kissed her.
And he stood.
‘What do you want, coldblood?’
The last breath of sunset had fled the sky, the scent of long-
dead leaves kissed Gabriel’s tongue. The want had arrived in
earnest, and the need was on its way. The thirst traced cold
fingers up his spine, spread black wings about his shoulders.
How long had it been since he smoked? Two days? Three?
God in heaven, he’d kill his own fucking mother for a taste
… 
Jay Kristoff
"Kızı bataklıktan çıkarabilirsin ama bataklığı kızın içinden çıkaramazsın. Ne yazık ki aynı şey aydınlık için de söylenebilir."
Kuzgunun Gölgesi, Jay Kristoff