Well, there isn't enough praise in the world, really. I just loved all of it. It's a natural subject, isn't it? Any discussion of Angel's nature must, of course, include some rumination of blood.

So many wonderful lines...completely in character.

She’s promised you that: the Ottoman Empire, the East, the world. When she opens her vein for you, she opens up an atlas.


Just lovely.

She pops and fizzles down your throat, a nervous, swirling madness. You’re everywhere and nowhere, and for a moment, you see through her visionary eyes. You sees stars. Sparkling.

and

Throughout, you haven’t tasted foreboding, haven’t tasted her fighting, haven’t tasted her fear. The only reason she’s crashing into you with such force is she’s letting you; she’s shedding tears of blood for you; she’s giving her life for yours. She has this misplaced faith your fangs will leave her in time, and that’s when you decide to leave her forever. She gives you your first taste of trust, and that is why you must forsake her.

One of the most perfect descriptions of that event I have ever read.

Really, a fic that deserves to be read and re-read.