SAMPLE SUNDAY: Excerpt from NIGHTWALKERS BOOK THREE: THE VAMPIRE LINARES
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NIGHTWALKERS BOOK THREE
THE VAMPIRE LINARES
Isle of Iona, Scotland 986 A.D.
The Vikings attacked just after sunrise.
Their savage battle cries and the thump of axes biting into the protective wood of her sleeping chamber yanked Linares awake and upright in her bed.
Then came the terrible brilliance of morning’s light, spearing through the axe-shattered shutters of the castle’s tower room and the splintered wood of her chamber. For the first time in thirteen hundred years her flesh knew the sun.
Terrified, Linares was going to scream, until but the coppery odor of fresh-spilt blood—the scent of the dead and dying—filled her senses. She knew that blood. For five generations she had tasted it, had used its essence to replenish herself. The blood belonged to the O’Brolchain clan and their servants: men, women and children; babies. The blood belonged to people she loved and who loved her—nobleman…
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