“Once again...welcome to my house.
Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.”
places │objects│characters │organizations│other
Erzsébet Báthory│Virgiliu Dracula│Nicholas Carlisle│Marie Anette Carlisle│Nathaniel Renwick│
│Javier Crueza│Countess Dolingen││││
The Tavala Mines and Village│The harbour of Ville Bleue (Blue City)│The Kingdom of the Undying
Abandoned Building│The Construction Site │Virgil's mansion │Robin's house│Dracula's Mansions
المدينة الغارقة (almadinat alghariqa, or The Sunken City │
The sword of Dracul│Dragon key│the Dracul family ring│De Dödas Huvudbonad (Crown of the Dead)
Quincey's khukri knife│
The coaliton against Dracula │The Eye│Blood Hunters│The Department of Paranormal Activities 'DPA'
The Pure│The Order of Trinity
"Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. Yes, her internal turmoil, a war of the mind, it is what makes her into one of the more dangerous adversaries I have faced, thus far. Unpredictable, unrelenting, and completely merciless.
I must take care, lest she foil my plans.”
"There may yet be things, many of the mind, things that he cannot grasp; such as the nature and virtue of patience, and the bountiful reward that can come from restraint. After all ambition is only ever as useful as the person wielding it.
The fall of many of our kind stems from this fatal flaw, yet I did not at all think that it would be the Achilles heel of my own son.
I thought I had done better, that I would not see the past be repeated...
In what hurry are they, they who have centuries ahead of them?"
"I have crossed oceans of time to find this woman. She is alltogether mine, and together we shall walk forevermore.
But even good metal can break when you try to put your might against it, try and bend it.
Nevertheless, what would be left shall serve me, and be mine to use as I so fit."
You men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull in two different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace it up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and the mind breaks. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and you bear to go on with the labor, what ever it may be.
You, Catherine, you will not be allowed even this for me. I will shut the door for all things good.
You'll be mine, or you will meet back again with the hand that shaped you.