Hunting Prince Dracula (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power. Fire breathed. Grief was a vat of quicksand; the more one struggled against it, the deeper it pulled one under. I’d much rather be set ablaze than buried alive. Though

Science was an altar I knelt before, and it blessed me with solace.

I’d never understood the male need to carve out little plots of land and set up a castle to lord over them. All the posturing over every inch of space must get exhausting.

Thomas snorted, but I noticed he checked her freshly changed foot brick to be sure it still produced heat. Snow was coming down a bit heavier the higher we climbed in the mountains, and our carriage was quite frigid. “Mrs. Harvey also uses her traveling

What the heck is a foot brick? I assume a brick that was heated to keep the feet warm???

it was as if the earth wanted us to be warned: Respect this ground or suffer the consequences.

“You would miss me terribly and know it. Just as I would miss you in ways I cannot fathom, should we ever part.”

“Pricolici are the spirits of murderers who come back as giant, undead wolves. Though some also believe they are wolves and they become strigoi when killed.