Thomas Knopf: an essay

Jonathan Reid should have known that the only cure for his perpetual agony of un-life would be to die again. In the beginning he'd attempted it, had wanted it, had begged for it. It would be a lie to say he did not yearn for such a thing now, but she had made him promise. Yes, as she stood in those flames Jonathan knew exactly what his beloved Elisabeth had wanted: find a cure. Yet his insatiable lust for blood prevented him from ever drawing near to an answer. It was four years after Elisabeth Ashbury's sacrifice when Jonathan Reid finally understood what the answer was. Unfortunately, the answer was tied up once again to a place he'd never have wanted to return to: London, England. The year? 1922.