Women. Infected blood. Rotting corpses. Welcome to the world of Katrine Baten aka Midnight. She is one of the oldest existing Vampyirs and only surrounds herself with eye candy.
Something is destroying not only the Vampire world but the Human world as well. Midnight with her coven by her side, seek out a cure for the virus. And what she discovers may determine whether or not she will face the Ultimate Death!
I have a 4-star ranking. My book sales have been in the top one hundred until recently. They have fallen since the end of October.
Human.
What does the word really mean? I mean, does it come with the notion of flesh, blood, sweat, desires, and emotions? Does it mean that physically the body has a time limit? What can one accomplish before you finally punch that final time clock? I sit around and ask myself bullshit like this from time to time, because time is all I have, really. Well, along with a killer set of fangs. As I sit here sipping on what these creatures say is top shelf Hennessey, I slowly start to reminisce about my days of reign back in the motherland.
“Ahh…, the good ole days,” I murmured as I raise the glass to my lips.
I sip slowly like I am having an old friend for dinner, or maybe a new friend. I laugh to myself about the devious thought.
Oh, I’m so sorry. Forgive my rudeness. Just because I’m old is no excuse for bad manners. My name is Katrine Baten, Midnight to my loyal followers, and terror to my helpless victims. I will stalk, seduce, invite, and torment; especially if I’m bored. Eventually, I will take all you hold precious and suck you dry. If you’re very beautiful, consider yourself lucky. I will lovingly hold you in my arms until I hear the last beat of your heart. Not because I care about you, but because it’s the only connection I have left to the human race.
Usually when I’m done taking what I desire, I leave you for my babies to finish. They are sometimes impatient little things, especially my two-hundred-year-old stud, Alex, short for Alexis. She’s a bitch. I’ll be the first to admit that, but I tend to overlook it because she is so sexy. I loved making her. Her blood tasted so sweet, so pure. She screamed so loud when I sank my teeth into her pulsing, left thigh, inches below her sweet spot.
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French
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Translated by Marie-Pier Deshaies
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Portuguese
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Translated by Anderson Falcão Rodrigues
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Translated by Lizeth Nungaray
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Author review: I'm very happy with Lizeth's translation. I would highly recommend her. |
