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

?edán gave a sweeping gesture, and I set out to explore the room. “Would you care for any refreshments?” he asked.


“No thanks, I’m good.” I started at the far wall, and Mina made herself comfortable under a chair.


“Good. Duke Adam would have my talisman if I offered you…wine.” He went to a shelf, took down a book, and brought it to me.


“Oh, hah-ha.” It was a first edition of Dracula, published May 27, 1897.


He put the book on a side table and ran his fingertips over the binding of a very old manuscript. “His Grace has an amazing selection.”


I climbed to the walkway and began strolling along it, examining the books. “You can say that again.” Some were in English, but most were in various European languages. One book stood out. On the cover was the scariest wolf I’d ever seen. “?edán, does the Regehave a French dictionary?”


He grinned. “You have to ask? What did you want it for?” I held up the book. “The Beast of Gévaudan?” He gestured for me to come down. “I read French.”


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