“You are a death walker?” he said, suddenly very interested. “One who has power over the dead.” And that right there told me that this vampire from Prague knew as much about what I was as I did. Just like the golem had. I didn’t say anything. This was bad. This was very bad. Because if he said what I thought he was going to say, it might mean that someone besides Bonarata was behind my ending up unexpectedly in Prague. “One of your kind came through here during the First World War,” Lars said. “Don’t tell me.” I groaned. “His name was Gary Laughingdog.” My very much older half brother whom I
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