Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

by Carissa Broadbent

Ascension, not death. Never death. Arachessen didn’t believe in death, only change. Just as the loss of our eyes didn’t mean the loss of sight, the loss of a heartbeat didn’t mean the loss of life.

Show me something more, Weaver, I asked the goddess. You are not looking in the right direction, she whispered.

“Good to know that human kings have so much respect for life,” Atrius muttered to me, and I couldn’t help but let out a ragged laugh at that. “I’m sure vampire kings are very kind to their subjects.” His lips thinned. “Maybe kings are the problem,”

Places had souls. The threads that connected us to locations were just as alive as those that ran through living beings.

“You want to see the truth, Sylina? Do you have room in your heart for another dark story?”