To save
his missing daughter a distraught slayer must venture deep into the heart of
darkness
Legendary vampire hunter Anton Yoska is on the
edge, tormented by the rumour that the precious child he once thought dead is
still alive and lost in a world of monsters.
One creature alone knows for sure what
happened to Gretchen, but Terek Modjeski won’t divulge his secret - revelling
in the twisted power over his long-time foe.
Despairing and drinking heavily, Anton
stumbles from near disaster to near disaster as he puts his team in jeopardy,
testing their friendship and loyalty to snapping point.
Only one diabolical solution is possible - to
confront Terek in his maximum security cell and force the bloodsucker to end
his game of cat and mouse. But making the cunning infernal talk will mean employing brutal methods that go against
every code Anton has ever lived by, forcing him to become as much of a demon as
the leeches he hunts.
Face to face with the evil, taunting vampire,
the desperate slayer takes a decision that will change his destiny forever -
sending him hurtling into danger to confront a terrifying truth about his lost
child that risks not only his sanity but the future of mankind.
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Excerpt
In this extract, Crown Prince Leopold ruler of
Transylvania is about to embark upon a hot air balloon trip organised by his
wife Stephanie. But events are about to take an unexpected turn.
Leopold fought the urge to grin like a stupid schoolboy given a bag of candies. Ever since witnessing the mass ascent just outside Paris he’d yearned to climb aboard on one of these wondrous machines and drift away into the heavens.
Stealing a glance at his consort’s
smug expression he conceded: “Very well, I’ll admit it. You were right. You are
always right, damn it.”
“Stand back please,” one of the roustabouts shouted, waving at the
observers to make room for the basket to touch down unhindered.
Now it was on the ground, Leopold saw that there was no door or flap in
the heavy-duty wicker basket, no opening at all. The pilot had a small
stepladder fastened to the inside, which he was clambering up, while one of his
men placed a similar set of steps against the outside.
“I’m sorry, your Highness, but you’ll have to climb up to get on board,”
the pilot informed him. “My men will assist you.”
One reached out to take the Crown Prince’s arm, but Leopold flashed him a
warning glance. “Do not touch me,” he said levelly. “I am more than capable of
achieving this unaided.”
He motioned to his wife. “You may assist the Crown Princess,” and
gestured for her to go first. She mouthed: “No. It’s your birthday. For this
one time, I shall bow in deference to you.”
He bowed back in gratitude.
Placing his foot on the first step, he propelling himself upwards. The
ladder rocked from side to side, but he managed to keep his balance, feeling
more confident on the second step.
Turning to the massed throng, he gave them a confident smile. Which
instantly evaporated, as he saw the sudden movement – a glimpse of a single
figure pushing through the crowd; a figure raising his right arm, and levelling
a flintlock.
Instinctively, Leopold began to duck down as the gun fired, the muzzle
exhaling a puff of acrid smoke. He felt his feet go from under him, the ladder
toppling to the side. A heartbeat later, a metal sphere whizzed over his
shoulder, pinging as it punched through the canvas canopy, leaving a ragged
six-inch hole.
The next thing Leopold knew his world had turned into a sea of flame as
the balloon exploded with a deafening roar.
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