" Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too; he was ready, but not, despite her gorgeousness, with Tiglah. Tiglah was not worth losing his abilit 

He knew what she wanted, and
he wanted it, too; he was ready,
but not, despite her
gorgeousness, with Tiglah.
Tiglah was not worth losing his
ability to touch a unicorn.
I think it's vital that we do not
sleep together. You know, for
the safety of the world." His
eyes sparkled and there was just
a hint of a smile at the corners
of his mouth.
"Okay," I said, and smiled back
at him. "But kissing is allowed,
right?"
"Oh, definitely," he said, pulling
me close. "After all, the warrior
always wins the heart of the fair
young...man.

THE UNICORN: The saintly
hermit, midway through his
prayers
stopped suddenly, and raised
his eyes to witness
the unbelievable: for there
before him stood
the legendary creature, startling
white, that
had approached, soundlessly,
pleading with his eyes.
The legs, so delicately shaped,
balanced a
body wrought of finest ivory.
And as
he moved, his coat shone like
reflected moonlight.
High on his forehead rose the
magic horn, the sign
of his uniqueness: a tower held
upright
by his alert, yet gentle, timid
gait.
The mouth of softest tints of
rose and grey, when
opened slightly, revealed his
gleaming teeth,
whiter than snow. The nostrils
quivered faintly:
he sought to quench his thirst,
to rest and find repose.
His eyes looked far beyond the
saint's enclosure,
reflecting vistas and events long
vanished,
and closed the circle of this
ancient mystic legend.
The bottom line is: if you were a
jerk in your original life, you're
probably going to be a bigger
undead jerk, If you were a
decent person, say a juvenile-
services librarian with a secret
collection of unicorn figurines,
you're probably going to be a
kinder, gentler vampire.

But is the unicorn a falsehood?
It's the sweetest of animals and
a noble symbol. It stands for
Krishna and for chastity; it can be
captured only by setting a virgin
in the forest, so that the animal,
catching her most chaste odor,
will go and lay its head in her
lap, offering itself as prey to the
hunters' snares."
"So it is said, Adso. But many
tend to believe that it's a fable,
an invention of the pagans."
"What a disappointment," I said.
"I would have liked to encounter
one, crossing a wood. Otherwise
what's the pleasure of crossing
a wood?

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