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October 24 - October 31, 2025
“Listen to me, Samara. You can tell yourself I killed him because I’m an evil vampire. Or because I found his voice irritating and the wine he gave you smelled suspicious, or simply because I didn’t care for the way he looked for any excuse to put his hands on you. It matters not. He’s dead, and you still have to travel with me. As long as you’re in my care, you’re mine. No one else’s.”
Prince Marcel
King Vaughn.
“Samara Koisemi.”
“Go north, to the marshes, to the abandoned temple of Anagenni. The Black Grimoire was entombed there seven hundred and seventy-seven years ago. It is locked away behind a statue of the patron goddess, guarded by traps even we do not know, so only the worthy may take possession of the book.”
“I’m Slyne, a devotee of Lixa.”
“I was considering the goddess Anagenni.”
“Oh, she’s a goddess my mother was fond of,”
“Devoin is this Monastery’s head priest. Our leader,”
Anagenni is the goddess of death.
“I didn’t say she’s a vampire goddess.
“You can turn into a bat?”
Cedar, spice, and something more dangerous
First, as I opened the book, the magic soured. What had been lively and joyful turned dark, as if it were disgusted with me. Second, I was knocked to the ground, the book falling from my grip. Third, Raphael cried out as a whoosh cut through the air. The book gone, I glanced up in time to see arrows spring from every side of the room. Right toward the spot I’d been standing. Raphael had shielded me and absorbed the blows.
“You’ll heal, right?”
“It’s cursed copper.”
A gasp flew from my mouth when his fangs pressed into my neck, twin points digging into my flesh. I’d expected pain. I’d braced for it as stoically as I could manage. And maybe there was some, the slightest pinprick. But it was erased as a tide of heat rose inside me at the contact. His fingers clenched my arms tighter, as though to hold me in place, but I couldn’t have moved away if I wanted to.

