Juliette weighed nothing in his arms. It was like lifting a child. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen—what she had just done to save them. He hadn’t known she’d been capable of such immense power. The lightning bolts were impressive enough. But the stone . . . Callanish, he thought numbly....
It was well appointed, furnished in things so old and yet so brand new, they might as well have been antiques she’d repaired herself. There were no windows in this room, only tapestries and book shelves and massive leather chairs adorned in throws so soft, she wanted to pick one up and carry it a...
It took Eleanore a full twenty minutes to get from Frankford to a block from the Starbucks on the corner of University and Eighty-second Street. That was virtually unheard of in a town the size of hers. Luckily, she had been up early, dreams of Daniels once more rousing her from sleep. So it hadn...
It wasn’t necessarily a rare sensation; she was attractive. But standing before the gates of Disneyland, surrounded by families and smiling children, the weight of this particular attention felt out of place. Also, by the heaviness in her gut, she could tell she was being ...
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As the darkness lifted from around her it simultaneously grew within him. He had been made an archangel eons ago, a winged warrior of immense power. But here and now, in this telling moment, Azrael was the vampire king. The need inside him shoved all else aside and left no room for subtle kindnes...