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350 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1988

...And she'd laughed, the sound bright with delight as the April sunlight. He'd kept that laugh—as he'd kept the damp lift of morning fog from the Cherwell meadows or the other-world sweetness of May morning voices drifting down from Magdalen Tower like the far-off singing of angels—in the corner of his heart where he stored precious things as if they were a boy's shoebox hoard, to be taken out and looked at in China or the veldt when things were bad. It had been some years before he'd realized that her laugh and the still sunlight shining light carnelian on her hair were precious to him, not as symbols of the peaceful like of study and teaching, where one played croquet with one's Dean's innocent niece, but because he was desperately in love with this girl. The knowledge had nearly broken his heart.I mean, honestly, it reads like some parody of "'Twas a dark and stormy night". The good news: that's the worst of it. All better after that, and it does get quite a bit better. Actually, I felt reassured a dozen pages later when I discovered that our author was going to give the hero a decent brain:
A crucifix allegedly protected its wearer from the vampire's bite—some tales specified a silver crucifix, and Asher's practical mind inquired at once: How high a silver content?Asher then goes on to ponder the contextual appropriateness of the symbol of the cross as armor: "And how had unconverted pagan vampires in the first century A.D. reacted to Christians frantically waving the symbols of their faith at them to protect themselves from having their blood drunk?"