PK Hrezo

The last place eighteen-year-old aspiring artist, Morgan Jaeger, wants to spend her summer after high school is in the boonies of the Transylvanian Highlands with her estranged father. She never expects to meet the handsome, free-spirited musician, Varujan, who shares her affinity for abstract art. The summer of dread becomes the summer of dreams when Varujan invites Morgan to a secret hideout of underground artists. But when the utopia turns into a thrill ride of terrors that pitch Morgan's life before her eyes she must keep her wits about her or else lose her most valuable asset forever.

A Wicked Thought

A smile lights up Mrs. Sasi’s face. She gazes at the clock tower’s spire between the trees. “When I was young woman, dee clock on dee tower worked. You could hear tick-tock throughout village and chimes at high noon. I’d like to hear them again … before I die.” Rays of sunlight move over her face. “I will not be around forever. My time will come. I vowed to protect Veseud from moroi. This, I pass to you. You, who understands now better than all of us.” 


I shake my head. “I’m not sure you understand. They’re not—” 


“Here,” Mrs. Sasi cuts me off, “in Romania, we call them moroi. Or, if prefer, strigoi. For those who do not believe dee truth do at least fear monsters. It is what keeps our village and others safe.” 


Dad motions for me to eat. “For over a hundred years, Sasis have protected this village, Morgan. The forces below the church must never have the same freedoms we do. A generations-long pact exists between the Sasis and moroi.” 


Chapter 43