There
was a mass in progress. That woman’s voice that I so enjoyed floated
out of the cathedral. Her message was to believe in God and He would
protect them from all evil. Yet, there we stood outside His mansion,
quite able to devour these devoted parishioners as they came out of
the church. Good and evil, good and evil. They always went hand in hand.
The priest and the blood drinker. Ha! Indeed.
I scanned at the assembly awaiting my next command. They wore dark cloaks,
upon which the droplets of mist glittered in the torch lights. “You
all know where they live, those who are under fifteen hundred years
of age. Disperse now and slay them. Collect their hearts. Once they
are all slain go down into the basement of the cathedral after the Mass
is over. Lift the stones from the floors and bury their hearts that
we may ne’er hear from them again.”
Hrihor muttered quietly, “it has been coming for ages, this brutal
conclusion.”
“They have earned this. Go now and get it done quickly. Once their
hearts are buried continue on with your mission as discussed earlier.”
The Originals crossed the street, their cloaks flapping in the strong
winds, and their backs erect. Creatures of dignity. So many Originals
in one place, so much power compressed into those otherworldly bodies
striding through the fog with so much authority. I had not seen such
a gathering of Originals since we had first reunited eighteen years
after our creation.
Deeply into the desert we had wandered, two thousand seven hundred and
ninety-one of us. We had stopped a distance from Khufu’s great
pyramid, far away from the city of Hwt-ka-Ptah, where we had
all been born and raised, and where we had all died when the great black
cloud had swallowed the sun. There in the desert I had passed onto the
Men and Women of Naja Haje, the Covenants entrusted to me.
There in the desert a system was devised so that we could keep track
of our numbers, and the Secret Society of the Naja Haje was
born. We had dispersed afterward to continue on with our lives, not
knowing in our newness that the day would come when most of us would
be gone. We had not known that there would come a time when the younger
generations would completely disregard the Covenants and say that the
story of our creation was a myth. And now, of the two thousand, seven
hundred and ninety-one, this was all that we had left--two hundred and
sixteen...
***Vampires
for Grown-ups***
RELEASE DATE: JUNE 25, 2010
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The
vampire you'd love to hate but can't.
"Valantinus is by no means the typical vampire.
He is cold-blooded, calculating and one of the most interesting
and compelling vampire creations since Blade."
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Title:
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ISBN # 978-0-9732550-4-1
Something
to look forward to:
What
happened between the time of their creation and the Fall of the
Naja Haje in 1452?
The Prequel, "Maya" will tell you.
What
happened after the Fall of the Naja Haje?
"Michel," the Sequel, will fill in the blanks.
"Everything
is so vivid, the Covenants, mind-blowing. It reads like a movie...congrats!"
Don
Wallace, Actor, Scriptwriter, Director
"Usually,
when I read fiction I may suspend belief, but I can't help using my
scientific background to scoff at the improbability of the motivations,
behaviour and physiology of these mythical beasts…and yet, I couldn’t
help nodding in assent when she explains why and how these vampires
function, breed, and survive. It just makes sense.”
William
Holstein, M.D., Ph.D, FRCPath. U.K.
"Bloody,
evil...sexy. I can see it as a movie."
Anthony
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