It Was A Brutal Picture,

English Vampires May Not Be As Well Behaved Around Witches As The American Ones Are.

I'd Studied 16th Century Science And Magic. I Thought It Was Strange That People Were Interested In The Same Kinds Of Things My Research Was About. The More I Thought About It, The More Intriguing It Became And Pretty Soon I Was Writing A Novel About A Reluctant Witch And A 1500-year-old Vampire.

Se Souvenir Du Passe, Et Qu'il Ya Un Avenir: Remember The Past, And That There Is A Future.

I Saw The Logic That They Used, And The Death Of A Thousand Cuts As Experimental Scientists Slowly Chipped Away At The Belief That The World Was An Inexplicably Powerful, Magical Place. Ultimately They Failed, Though. The Magic Never Really Went Away. It Waited, Quietly, For People To Return To It When They Found The Science Wanting.

That Evening, Rowing On The Quiet River As Sunset Turned To Dusk, I Saw An Occasional Smoky Smudge On The Towpath, Always Slightly Ahead Of Me, Like A Dark Star Guiding Me Home.