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332 pages, Paperback
First published September 18, 2012
"After you," Felix said and drew me away, back through the iron-studded door and down through the hall where long-dead lords and ladies gazed at us sorrowfully and unicorns shed tears of blood.
Instead, we were greeted by the aroma of burning sage and the pounding of drums accompanied by chanting.
"What on earth is that?" I asked.
Marco grimaced. "We have a bit of a demon problem at present."
The power and beauty of this being who commanded my attention banished all else. He reached out, opening his arms to me in a gesture that found its echo in my deepest soul. I could think only of him, respond only to him. Obey only him.
"I did not ask for this existence...whatever this is. I am neither alive nor dead. I am trapped somewhere in between."
Nonetheless, he plunged on with admirable eloquence. “May I just say that I truly regret being less than forthcoming with you at our previous encounter? Not to mention my unfortunate role in perpetrating certain falsehoods regarding the appalling events to which you fell victim?”
For a speech hastily conceived in a spasm of fear, it went over well enough. I nodded. “May I say, Mr. Stoker, for ,y part that I regret choking you the last time we met?” I tried to remember if I had done anything else to him, other than leave him thoroughly terrified, but nothing came to mind.