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And everywhere I go I am despised. There is no land of Nod forme, Roland. Allesandra is under my roof now. You never knew Allesandra. Stay away! The others come and go and with the samewarnings. What can I do to them! I would destroy himif I could wrest Amel from him! And they know this. So what do you really want?
A hearing. Complete exoneration. I want the pack, the rabble, and the trashordered not to dog my steps and curse at me! I want an end to the fear that some rogueancient one will blast me with fire for what I did! Dim distant voices from the boulevard above. And Roland, I feared you! Why would I? There are others like meall over the world. We want to be left alone. I detest battle, Roland! I detest it.
I tell you, the great Maharet was ready to die. I never did! Give methat oath, never to reveal what I mean to share with you, and I will share it. And it may besomething you and I can offer the Prince for whatever you want.
I do think this Prince has itin his power to make things right for you. Seems they love him, the lately begotten. Seems the whole world of the Undeadclamors for his love. But all of them will want this secret. Especially Seth and his doctor fledglingFareed; and Seth is older than you are, Rhosh, and older than the Great Sevraine.
And it is said he confides in no one as to his secret thoughts, claiming only to be ahealer, claiming only to bring other healers into the Blood so that we might be studied,understood. What is this secret? I understood. I never held it against you. But others have loved you very much as well. Steps above, and, yes, yes, of course, I am thebargaining chip, as they say!
Derek heard the bolts thrown back, the creak of hinges, and their softer steps on thewinding stone stairs. Closer and closer. Derek turned his face to the wall. One bolt lifted and then another, and the grind of the hinges that were never oiled.
Roland snapped on the overhead light—a single small soiled bulb in a cage in the stoneceiling. He could have the comforts of music, television, whateverhe likes in this room. But he refuses to cooperate. He refuses to tell what he knows. And even more he hated the mocking smile that went with it. He kept his right hand clutched to his head. Derek knew they stood only a few feet from his bed.
He is not. Just a boy. Neither have I. And neither have they. He shrank into his corner. He had pushed the bed into the corner. Mammalian impulse, the Parents would havesaid. But he did feel safer, foolishly safer, in his corner, and with his blanket half coveringhim. But the silence of the two was unnerving to Derek. He wiped at his nose and looked up at Rhoshamandes and what he saw startled him.
Other blood drinkers had come and gone above, but the only two blood drinkers Derekhad known were Roland and Arion, and this new one was vastly different, harder, smootherall over, with a face that looked like living marble and eyes that bored into Derek as if theycould burn.
A ring that was a sapphire,and another that was a diamond, and yet another that was old gold. They all think ofthemselves as princes, princes of the night and they dress like princes. And they drink theblood of humans as if the humans were animals, as if they themselves had never beenhuman, and surely they had been once. Something had changed them into what they were.
No one would make such things as they. That was unthinkable. He licked his lips. Finding hishandkerchief under his pillow, he wiped at his face. His gray eyes were hard and cunning. And when I drink from him, I see the faces of others…a woman and three men. He had an address inMadrid when I brought him here. I had it watched for a year through my lawyers. It yieldednothing.
He continued to stare at Derek as if therewas something horrible about Derek. Well, what could that be? Derek was formed exactly like a human male of eighteen totwenty years in age. He had been made to look appealing to humans. He would have cut it had he been given scissors. He had noidea really how he looked now, however, because he had no mirror.
Indeed, there was nothing in this prison cell but the bed, a table beside it, the shelf ofbooks, and a small refrigerator with bland and uninteresting packaged foods that comfortedhim only a little when he had the stomach to eat them.
Drink as youwould from any mortal. Drink all that you care to drink. Arion also drinks from him. Arionhas drunk from him plenty. I want you to drink from him, Rhosh. What a pair! Derek smiled. He almost laughed. But then Rhosh looked away, downat the bed, at the walls, at the mean furnishings—anywhere but not back to Derek, whocontinued to stare at him in silence.
Drink as muchas you like, I mean this, as much as you ever drank from any victim. He will lie still, without a pulse, without a breath.
Healthy, whole. He glared at Roland. Think back. Think hard. I have seen one other very like him. And so have you. Try toremember. He seemed slightly annoyed.
You and I. Hemade his mind a blank as if these words had no import for him, when in fact they meanteverything. Go on, talk, explain. His soul ached.
Something in the circuitry of his brainblocked them. Only when they drank from him could they sometimes access his thoughts, catch fromhim images he sought unsuccessfully to bury. It was a wonderfulnight. And we saw the being together, you and I, across from us in the dress circle.
I do remember. The one in the box with PrinceBrovotkin.
And afterwards, we tried to find them, the Prince and the other one. The hair was the same, thick like this and with loose curls and the very samegolden streak in it, only broader and on the right side of the head.
The tears came tohis eyes again. Good, cry, and think about being hungry and wanting some red wine. Redwine, red wine, red wine…Who was it they had seen—with the very same golden streak in hishair! On the right side of his head? Bury the names as deeply as you can.
Bury them, alongwith the faces, along with the story, along with the betrayal—. It was exceptionally long,unfashionably long, it gave the creature a savage look, unkempt, almost feral, but thecreature was smooth shaven.
This one has no need of a razor. And that one had no needeither, I wager. Well, whether you remember or not, I remember. And this creature likelyknows that creature and how many others like them there are and, more important, whatthey are, and how they came to be here.
He gave a dismissive shrug.
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He was frustrating Roland and Rolandwas revealing it. Derek looked at them out of the corner of his eye. Heglared at Roland. Roland glanced at Derek and gave him the usual maddeningly gentle smile. You arenot friendly. You do not cooperate. By any law under the sun and the moon, this is wrong. I am not yourproperty. I am not your slave. Another one! Another one lives. And Amel. This Rhoshamandes had spoken more about Amel than Derek had everglimpsed when Roland drank from him.
This Rhoshamandes creature glared at Derek again as if he were a little intrigued butrepelled. You come from times longpast, before this one came into the world.
I heard you speaking upstairs! Surely you havesome morality. You remember something of human reverence for right and wrong. You spokeof a prince who injured you, affronted you. But it was about right and wrong, your quarrel,was it not? Listen to me. Why did hehave to be the one who felt things so deeply? He turned away. In a flash he pictured theothers with him, comforting him the way they had always done.
And he told himself as hehad countless times, If you are alive, they are alive. If you are walking this earth once more,they could be walking this earth.
But something was changing in the room. Rhoshamandes sat down beside him on the bed. Slowly Derek turned and looked at him. Such pure skin, pure as liquid, as if it had beenpoured over the being, as if it had never been human!
Yes, I look human, Derek thought, andthese beings cease to be human apparently with every passing year. I want you to yield to me, to allow it. Drag the truth fromhim in the blood. Derek gazed up at Roland, the white-haired Roland with the graven wrinkles of mortalold age inscribed forever perhaps in his long oval face. Roland of the cold indifferent eyes. Before Arion had come, this face was the only face that Derek had seen for nine years.
Nothing works. He will not tell me anything. In spite of himself Derek felt chills, the sweet high-pitched chills of being touched byanother with seeming affection, even one as cold and inhuman as this being. He closed his eyes and swallowed. The tears poured down his cheeks.
Such apleasing voice. He really had no idea. He refused to even entertain theidea. With his whole being, heknew that he had a soul. He was a soul! And his soul was Derek, and Derek suffered andDerek wanted to live! And Derek wanted to be freed from this prison.
Rhoshamandes embraced him gently and brought Derek closer to him, and once again hebent to drink. Derek closed his eyes, and felt the fang teeth touching his neck. That was the way with them. Even before theyfeasted on him, the hunger made them drunken. Their eyes glazed over. Their hearts tripped. They became their thirst. They turned into beasts. They looked like angels, but they were actually beasts. Everyone you kill has a soul. Then came the sharp fine stinging pain andimmediately behind it the rush of sweetness, of more of those rippling chills on his neck, hisback, down his arms and legs.
The world dissolved, and with it the fetid dust and soot of thedungeon cell. And he was floating as this thing drew the blood out of him in deep slow draughts. In a mighty unexpected flash Derek saw a long table, blood drinkers on either side of it,and a blond-haired figure with an ax in his hand.
The Prince! What a comely being, and withsuch a beguiling smile. Down came the ax and the Prince held up the severed left hand. Derek saw the hand and the limb on the table. He felt the pain thatRhosh had felt, splintering, burning into his shoulder and then gone.
Tell me where my son is. Or you will die. So that was it, was it? Derek was growing weaker. I would hurt you, if I could. I am sworn never to hurt human beings on this planet,never, but your humanity long ago went dry inside you, and I would cheerfully torture you…. He was gone. He was drifting without a body, without a place. But then he was just there. They were gone, the monsters of the present moment in Budapest. Derek was in great Atalantaya with the others, his kindred, his own—Kapetria andGarekyn and Welf, all of them together, holding hands, his sister and his brothers—and theywere watching as the Great One appeared.
The Great One was unmistakable, a finefigure of a human male with a skin of unearthly paleness, and green eyes, and full reddish-golden hair. Well, he did look like a god, if gods are pale and shining.
He was in the dream but not in control of it. And for one moment the world was frozen.
No more Rhosh. No more voice. No more defenses. Just now…the warm sunlightpouring through the great clear luracastric dome of Atalantaya, beautiful Atalantaya… Voice of the Parents. You must get inside the dome.
Remember, you must strike againsthim inside the dome. All around them stood the populace of Atalantaya, dark eyed and dark haired as theywere, Derek and Welf and Garekyn and Kapetria. Come enjoy the adventures Drew and Trinity take together in this fun filled story that has love, passion, fighting, and making up. Nicole Lander has no choice but to contact Ryan Titan, the boy she had deeply loved when she was a teenager.
Damien Whitfield lost his father when he was an infant, and then lost his mother when he was a young teenager. The only thing his mother left him was a thirst for vengeance.
On her deathbed she made him promise to seek revenge for those she held responsible for her death. Damien grows up fast and conquers the business world, going from a homeless boy to a billionaire bachelor. He has no time for love in his quest for righting wrongs of the past.
Sierra grew up with a monster of a father after losing her mother at the tender age of six. Her dad punishes her for sins he assumes his deceased wife made against him. Finally, her father does a business deal with Damien Whitfield, selling Sierra to the highest bidder. Fighting to survive, Misty Elton takes one look at the man standing in front of her and knows she needs to make a decision — does she want to live?
Discovering that her boyfriend is storing enough drugs to supply a small country, she looks for an escape route. Misty has nothing left — no family, no friends, no one she can rely on. She is all alone and frightened. Managing to get past her ex, she flees, running away and landing in Seattle, she changes her appearance, her name, her life. After a year, she begins to feel safe.
That is, until a tall, well-dressed man shows up at her job and tells her they need to talk — and he knows her real name. Fleeing to get away from him, she rushes to the back room and grabs her Taser. Misty has a choice to make. Is this a man she can believe in? Is any man worthy of her precious trust?
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The Tycoon's Secret - Melody Anne. The Tycoon's Revenge - Melody Anne. The Tycoon's Proposal - Melody Anne. The Lost Tycoon - Melody Anne. Lurhy Gadgad pinned post 27 Dec Anne Rice born Howard Allen Frances O'Brien is a best-selling American author of gothic, supernatural, historical, erotica, and later religious themed books.
Best known for The Vampire Chronicles, her prevailing thematical focus is on love, death, immortality, existentialism, and the human condition.
She was married to poet Stan Rice for 41 years until his death in Her books have sold nearly million copies, making her one of the most widely read authors in modern history. Interview with the Vampire - Anne Rice. The Vampire Lestat - Anne Rice. The queen of the damned - Anne Rice. The tale of the body thief - Anne Rice. Memnoch the Devil - Anne Rice. The vampire Armand - Anne Rice. Merrick - Anne Rice. Blood and Gold - Anne Rice.
Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice. Vladimir Savkin. Taboo Unchained by C. Expand text… The dirty. The filthy. The nasty. Hold onto your panties, ladies. Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets. This is a dark romance erotica — meaning lots of violence, sex, and emotionally disturbing inner dialogue. The main character does not, however, kidnap or force himself on women.
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The entire book is told in his point of view. This story does contain murder, tough choices, and strange sex. Read Lucas' story to spice up your sex life, have a little fun, and watch a man consumed by darkness grow into a different person. Please don't take any of the acts described within as instructional and always remember, safety first.
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Stunich, C. Kate Beha Aug 12, at 6:All of this is chemical. It was not so complicated at all. He had noidea really how he looked now, however, because he had no mirror. He's living with one beautiful model and having an affair with another onthe eve of opening the trendiest nightclub in New York City history. When a master bestows the Blood on a fledgling, that master is offering the Dark Gift.