The perfect place for a vampire to hide, empty as it was, but not so distant from human society to make feeding difficult. He had searched the area for days before he’d found the place, half swallowed by the encroaching forest. He should have been born a bird instead of a man. Granted, the fall would most likely kill him. Nothing soothed like a narrow ledge beneath his fingers and a world of sky behind him, waiting to catch him if he fell. Heights had never bothered him, not when he had perfected the art of sneaking out of his bedroom window before the age of six. Vibrant pink and amber dawn streaked the sky before Belar finally clambered down from his perch in a nearby tree. But Belar hasn’t been the only one lying, and enemies and allies are harder to tell apart in the dark.Īvailable in Print from most major retailers. Their search for answers takes them through a nighttime world of ancient vampires, demon tailors, and monsters of pure shadow. Someone in vampire society wants Cassian dead and they’ve been using Belar to do their dirty work. Luckily, Cassian isn’t interested in holding a grudge. The vampire is named Cassian, and if he had any sense of decency he would be dead since Belar has already tried to kill him.
And kill it if necessary.īut when a vampire shows up in Belar’s parlor, his two worlds crash into each other. Werewolves, malignant spirits, and other oddities-you name it, he can track it. His neighbors know him as a mild mannered music teacher, but to his fellow monster hunters he’s a senior agent with one of the best track records in the organization.
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