Every thousand years the
Vampire Queen selects a new body, always the fairest in the land, and
this time she's chosen Snow White.
Snow isn't an ordinary girl. She doesn't know that yet.
When Snow gets bitten by a Hunter, her life is thrown into a whirlwind of change where instead of worrying about what to eat, she has to fight not to drink the blood of fellow high school students. She becomes a revenant - not quite human, not quite vampire.
With the help of an eccentric old Professor, his seven adoptive sons, and her best friend, Snow learns to control her blood craving. Sort of. She drinks a bloodlust tea, but she'd rather drink from her Hunter.
Or, a human.
She also discovers a whole other realm, one filled with fairies, dragons, and magic. And not only does the Vampire Queen want her, but there's a pendant called the Seal of Gabriel created for Snow by the Vampire Queen's twin sister. And Snow's supposed to use it to restore balance to all magical creatures. Including vampires.
Snow isn't an ordinary girl. She doesn't know that yet.
When Snow gets bitten by a Hunter, her life is thrown into a whirlwind of change where instead of worrying about what to eat, she has to fight not to drink the blood of fellow high school students. She becomes a revenant - not quite human, not quite vampire.
With the help of an eccentric old Professor, his seven adoptive sons, and her best friend, Snow learns to control her blood craving. Sort of. She drinks a bloodlust tea, but she'd rather drink from her Hunter.
Or, a human.
She also discovers a whole other realm, one filled with fairies, dragons, and magic. And not only does the Vampire Queen want her, but there's a pendant called the Seal of Gabriel created for Snow by the Vampire Queen's twin sister. And Snow's supposed to use it to restore balance to all magical creatures. Including vampires.
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When you
lose everything, there’s only one option. Jump. Go all in. Which is what I did.
With both fangs. I embraced my vampire… ism?... ness?... tendencies?... whatever. I accepted them and, the truth was,
I liked it.
At least while I partook of human
blood. After, when the drunken haze faded, guilt would edge its way in. I
hadn’t killed another human, not since Gabe, but killing him was horror enough.
It ate at my heart. I remembered the grotesque way Gabe’s body laid on the
floor. The way Professor Pops and the guys looked at me. With loathing,
disgust, and fear. But I deserved it. I’d become a monster, and killed a
brother. A son. A boy I thought I might love. He kissed me, and I repaid him in
blood. Lots of it. Maybe even all of it. My carnal need overtook all other
emotions, and I let myself give in. Relished the sensation.
“Welcome
to my secret fortress, Silindra,” Titan said.
I grunted
my response, walking past him to the doorway in the mountain, its entry
bursting with light. The surface my feet touched was smooth and hard, like
polished rock. But it wasn’t rock. It was some kind of iron. It swayed
slightly, and I grabbed hold of the rails.
This is incredible, Snow White said.
I agreed
wholeheartedly. Metal catwalks crisscrossed each other, reminding me of a
spider’s web. Tall beams rose to the ceiling where millions of lights shone. It
was as though Titan harnessed a portion of the sun, and somehow held its ray’s
captive within.
In the
center of the mountain, and vertical, reaching the top and I guessed touching
the bottom, was a thick grated tube. Inside the tube were two sets of stairs.
One used to walk up, and the other for down. A steady flow of occupants used
them; exiting through archways onto walkways like the one I was on. The
walkways led to large, cylinder-shaped holes carved into the mountain.
Cautious,
I glanced over the side and felt my throat drop into my stomach. A seemingly
endless amount of walkways weaved from the center stairs, and downward.
I took a
deep breath, noting the tang of something sour, like curdled milk. The voices
of thousands echoed as trolls, fairies, gremlins, and other magical creatures
busily rushed around. Like a strange city.
“What is
this place,” I finally asked.
“This is
Varden. The place where all the scientific magic happens,” he responded,
pushing his bulky body past me, walking briskly along the path. The metal
shuddered under his weight, and I held my breath. Snow let out a tiny scream.
I tried
to calm my nerves and Snow’s.
It’ll hold him, I told her and myself. And I hoped I was right.
When he
reached the stairs, he turned. “Do you want the strength of a troll or not?”
About the author:
RASHELLE WORKMAN lives on a mountain with her husband, three
children, and three dogs. From her back porch she can see the
city lights and imagine... She's the bestselling author of the Dead
Roses series (Sleeping Roses is being translated into Turkish, and will
be available in print wherever Turkish books are sold in 2014), the
Immortal Essence series, and the Blood and Snow series.
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