"Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular.
Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of the Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out there, they had to be flying blind.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the Ci...
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