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

Tommy Finnegan had passed away a couple of days ago. Donnelly closed down his Pub at three A.M., but everyone stayed to wake Finnegan, and Matthew saw no reason why he should leave, even if he hadn’t known the deceased.


He was doing a little celebrating himself: he’d discovered where the monster lived, and the next day he intended to pay a little call on it. He gazed into space, picturing it and feeling better than he had since Grandfather had passed.


A sudden burst of laughter roused him out of his pleasant thoughts, and he frowned as Donnelly staggered to his feet, put his hand over his heart, and began to sing about another Finnegan’s wake.


Finally at around six, or maybe a quarter of, someone said something about it being a work day, and it began to break up.


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