Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

His debtors always assumed he'd demand their firstborn. Like I'm fucking Rumpelstiltskin? What would Lothaire do with countless squalling babes? Raise them in a kennel?

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.

Green heard her voice, murmuring,
and Adrian’s, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual
glass-cracking noise—and before he could convince himself that that it was
his imagination, Blissa and three of the other nymphs danced through the
hallway and into the living room.
“We heard that.” Blissa said, sweetly.
“Heard what?” He asked, genuinely surprised.
“Heard your heart breaking.” Said Grace.

Raven?'
Yes?'
What do you believe in?'
I believe in - finding out!