![]() ![]() The sun was bright, a little too bright, but then it always seemed that way. Just move.” Mathias raised his head and looked past the tops of the buildings toward the sky. Then, he scratched his head and ran his fingers through his dirty brown hair. He beat his hands against his jeans to knock away some of the grime, but it didn’t help much. Mathias stood, stretched his back, and walked out of the alley to escape the stench. You know you’ve been on the streets too long when the sound of an old man peeing in an alley reminds you of falling rain. If they hadn’t been as understanding, I wouldn’t have had the chance to study and love vampires as much as I do. And finally, I have to thank my mother and father specifically. To my friends and family, thanks for putting up with my love of horror over the years. Your support has been nothing short of amazing. Special thanks to the denizens of Purgatory on AW. Those who know me well will not be surprised that these things are included in a book about vampires that I have written. This book was born from blood, sweat, tears, and love. ![]() Published in the United States of America. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher/s. ![]() Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Cover Art Copyright © April 2013 by Buffi BeCraft ![]()
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