Imagine an earth just a bit different from ours. In this world normals unknowingly share the planet with all manner of beings, including vampyres, most of whom rely on bagged blood, which is supplemented by the blood of sabors, valued individuals whose blood contains an element necessary for the survival of the species. Tyrell Small has always felt different. He just never knew how different. On his sixteenth birthday, his father reveals Ty is one such sabor, with the birthmark to prove it. Upon learning he’ll be required to feed vampyres, Ty decides he’s not having any of that. He’ll run away and make his own destiny. Slipping out his second story bedroom window, he finds Adam Dasani, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen, waiting for him on the roof. Adam is reluctant to distress the young sabor about to slide down the drainpipe, but he’s one of the vampyres Ty will one day feed. Equerry to the vampyre king, Adam had been given the task of guarding Ty on the day he was born. Because the blood of the two most powerful saborese families in the shared history of vampyres and sabors runs through Ty’s veins, some vampyres will do anything to obtain him for themselves. It will be up to Adam to keep Ty safe, not only from those rogue vampyres but from others who have plans of their own for him. Everyone keeps telling Ty he can’t escape his destiny, but he has no intention of sitting around twiddling his thumbs, waiting for life to catch up with him. However, will something Adam inadvertently said give Ty a way to live the life he wants and keep those he loves -- including Adam -- out of danger?

They Come by Night

I followed Ioan into the room. The saborese/vampyre was spread out on the bed, his hands cuffed to the headboard and his feet to the footboard. He raised his head. Another blond, but he had gray eyes. His face was lined with pain and despair, and he looked older than I imagined he really was. There was no color in his cheeks, and his lips were so pale they looked bloodless.


“Ioan…Who’s this?” He bared his fangs…or tried to. They wouldn’t drop, and I wondered if he’d be able to feed from me even if I agreed to it. Added to that, he had a serious case of anemia going on—his gums were almost white.


“I’m Ty,” I introduced myself again. “I understand you’re not feeling too good.” I thought about how my blood had helped keep Rául going until Adam could give him some of his own blood. Would it do the same thing for Daniel?


“That’s an understatement.” He laughed bitterly. “Why are you keeping me alive? Undead? Jesus, what the fuck kind of terminology do you use?”


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