Child of the Night (Power of the Blood World Book 1)

POWER OF THE BLOOD WORLD Revised and Updated! Child of the Night is book 1 of a 4 vampire-novel series that throbs with danger, treachery, betrayal, cruelty and dark, sultry romance. In a world where the undead are wary of and competitive and view humans as only prey, amazingly, three Blooddrinkers from different eras and cultures are able to form relationships. But change breeds more change as their individual stories unfold, blending and escalating, adding pieces until the horrifying picture becomes clear: both species are in danger of extinction! Book 1 – CHILD OF THE NIGHT André is a cold predator and Carol, a human woman with nothing to lose, becomes his preferred prey. In the blink of an eye, things alter for the better,—and then for the worse. Change can be deadly, especially for a mortal who now realizes she does have something to lose!

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The police had not taken her seriously, at least the part where she'd seen him bite the old man. She didn't even believe it herself. It was like something out of a horror movie. It didn't make sense and if somebody had told her they'd seen a man murdered like that, she would think they were either joking or crazy. The strong odour of cigar smoke interrupted her thoughts. She stared at the back of the driver's head wondering if he was the police guard. The streets she saw out the taxi window looked unfamiliar. He was taking a different route, less direct, to the hotel. She checked the meter. Already it read sixteen francs and the whole ride had only cost eighteen on the way over. Obviously he was going the long way around to get more money out of her. "Pardon," she said. The driver ignored her. "Look, I want you to go right to the hotel. By the Pont de Pierre, s'il vous plait!" Still there was no response and she wondered if he spoke English. He didn't change direction. In fact, he sped up. Carol turned around. Out the rear window she watched the bright lights of the downtown on the other side of the river recede. She decided to jump out at the next stop sign. The car raced along the right bank, the road dim with intermittent lighting. It had rained here, and the streets and sidewalks were slick, the smell of ozone saturated the air. Carol saw no other vehicles on the desolate streets, and no pedestrians. "Stop the car now! Let me out," she yelled, but the driver paid no attention. She opened the door. They were driving so fast if she leaped out she knew she would be hurt. He began to slow. She glanced up. Ahead, a long silver limousine was parked by the water. A tall man stood beside it. Although she couldn't see him clearly, instinctively she knew he was the murderer.

About the Author

Nancy Kilpatrick was born in the U.S. and now lives in Montreal, Canada, with her black cat Bella. She has published 26 books, including 14 novels and 5 collections of short stories, and has edited 7 anthologies.When not writing she spends her time traveling the world, lecturing, visiting castles, cemeteries, ossuaries and mummy museums with her photographer companion Hughes Leblanc.

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