Without tears, there can be no future, so long as they are tears of passion.
The Diaries of Jefferson Milton Davis continue.
In this, the fourth book of five, he relives the same year twice more, meeting two more dead women by the names of Oksana and Marina.
Itís back to the coffee cafť for me. Being folded, unfolded, spindled, and then mutilated may sound like a lot of fun, but itís not. As time passes for me, but not for you, and I starve for the blood and never age, I am growing stronger. My body is getting lean and hard. I am getting stronger. And I am starving to death.
Not my death. Yours. But only if you are very lucky, and only if I am feeling very charitable. Don't hold your breath.