Tanith Lee

Like the humans it feeds on, the vampire must respond to its own dark compulsions

there is a bit of the vampire in each of us

Unnatural beings can only exist close to the natural world and nature’s been displaced

Though the sky was a peerless blue, there had been thunder since dawn. Low thunder, ground thunder, leaving an acrid odor in twists of gray gauze that the wind pushed across the fields. As if a hand had rubbed a rod of graphite against the horizon, sketching vertical shafts of ghost in the warming day