Today he called himself "the darkest of the dark horses."

I let him see that darkest of desires in my head.

It would probably be dark for the last half-mile or so of his walk home.

But even the darkest of them don't tell it all.

The sky in the remote distance was dark and full of worms.

Inside it was dark and so full of smoke he could hardly breathe.

They were not nearly so dark of skin, either.

There is always hope, even in the darkest of times.

But sometimes, on the darkest of days, any human contact was painful.

It was dark, of course, but that is nothing to the Wamphyri.