They’d raced back into the cave, and crouched down, arms over skulls to protect heads and faces.īalz had thought that maybe the world was coming to an end, the Scribe Virgin finished with pussyfooting around with the species- or perhaps the Omega had discovered a new weapon against vampires. Suddenly, overhead, a brilliant flash of light appeared to streak across the entire night sky, burning bright as a star and growing larger by the heartbeat, its tail a streamer of sparkling jewels. He wouldn’t change a thing about the present, though.īut yeah, back in March of 1833, in the Old Country, the bastards had been just rousing from the shallow cave they’d taken refuge in to avoid the sun during the day. He missed some parts of the good ol’ nights. They’d been the very opposite of where they were now, aligned with the Black Dagger Brotherhood and the First Family, crashing in a great gray mansion on top of a mountain, safe, sound, protected. Ah, those rough and exciting earlier years. when he and the Band of Bastards had been living on their own in the forests, scrounging for food, for weapons, for lesser kills. And then, before he could do any conscious math on the date and place, the past slammed into him: Without warning, he was sucked away from the luxurious, weird condo, teleported by memory back to the Old Country . . . A little nameplate that was brushed gold read: Willamette Fragment, 1902.Įach of the hunks seemed to be named for a place: Lübeck, 1916.
The thing was egg-shaped with a semi-solid core, its outside limits full of holes, the whole production set up on some kind of Lucite stand.
Through the darkness, Balz drifted over the fancy parquet floor to something that looked like a loaf of pumpernickel bread that had been overproved. Like you didn’t have anything better to do with your money.” “You went and bought a bunch of rocks,” he murmured. Oh, and then there’d been the bat skeletons. It was what was on them that was a surprise-and considering he had sauntered through an entire room full of Victorian surgical instruments, that was saying something.
Like the other capsules he’d ghosted through, this one was filled with glass shelves. For someone who watched a lot of AHS.Ĭoming around another corner, and entering yet another small room with a theme to its objects, he stopped short. Not that vampires had to worry about leaving fingerprints.Īs he lived up to all the silent, creeping myths about his species-or at least the ones the humans made up-he was a shadow among shadows, whispering through the high-ceiling’d rooms of the largest condo in the building, cataloguing all manner of goodies that were on display in dimmed light. His head and most of his face were covered with a skull cap. Intensely romantic and straight up flipping steamy, violent and gruesome, heartbreaking and deep.The Commodore Building, Luxury Living at Its Finest™īalthazar, son of Hanst, had shoes that were soft as lamb’s ears on his feet.
With myriad possibilities to choose from, the Black Dagger Brotherhood series promises tons of thrills and chills' Romantic Times This dark and compelling world is filled with enticing romance as well as perilous adventure.
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