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

It didn’t take long to reach the door. “Thank you again.”


“You are welcome. Perhaps one day you will come to visit our caravan.”


“I’d like that.” I held up my hand in farewell. He did the same and then walked away, the big wolf at his side, the rabbit once again dangling from the wolf’s mouth.


I looked down at Mina. “Y’know something, pup? We get to meet the most interesting people.” She glanced over her shoulder and wagged her tail as if in agreement. “Well, let’s get some breakfast.”


Unlike the night before, the kitchen was crowded, and Mina and I stood in the doorway and watched as women took bags of blood from the refrigerators and placed them into the microwaves. Were the jewel-toned goblets that sat on trays waiting to be filled and then brought to the vampyres?


Shoot. Should I have provided glasses for Adam and Raymond to drink from? Why hadn’t they told me?


One of the women noticed us, and her eyes grew wide. “M’lord Tyrell!”


Chapter 147