Vampire of the Mists (Ravenloft, Book 1)
Christie Golden
Language: English
Pages: 341
ISBN: 1560761555
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Jander Sunstar, an elven vampire from the Forgotten Realms world, is pulled into the newly formed dark realm of Ravenloft and forges an alliance with the land's most powerful inhabitant--Count Strahd Von Zarovich, himself a newly risen vampire. But as Jander teaches the Count the finer points of being undead, he learns that he is tutoring the man that drove his lost love insane!
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Existing without her, so I tried to make her a vampire like myself." He waited for Sasha's response, his silver eyes glittering. As Jander had expected, the priest was appalled. "That's not love, that's the most selfish... By the Morninglord's glory, you are a fiend!" The elf continued, ignoring Sasha's outburst. "She had no relatives, no one to take care of her. She needed me. Do you know how wonderful that feels, to be needed? I loved her. I would have taken care of her for all eternity.
Wine. She wondered if she wasn't more in love with the gypsy lifestyle than she was with Petya. A wolf howled, shattering her pleasant thoughts. Her heart began to beat quickly. "Hurry, Petya," she whispered. The wolves, it was said, were Strahd's creatures. Anastasia had met Barovia's lord only once, just a few nights ago, and once would certainly be enough. He had attended the annual spring celebration hosted by her father. Strahd was tall and lean, she remembered, with carefully combed black.
Boy did not even bother to examine the pendant. He knew what it was—a simple disk of silver with protective signs etched in it. "Hurry, now," Anastasia bade him, planting a quick kiss on his wide forehead and sending him off with a gentle smack on the bottom. Sasha took off running, delighted with his freedom. Anastasia watched him go with a sad smile on her careworn face. "Oh, Petya, he's so much like you," she whispered to herself. The burgomaster's daughter said a quick prayer for her.
Jander resumed his work, beginning on another letter. "Tell me how you travelled here." "The mists brought me. Not unusual." "That's what happens to everybody. Doesn't anybody ever come here through magic?" Jander occasionally enjoyed the werewolf’s prattle, but she had ventured onto his least favourite topic and his patience was wearing thin. "Trina, I don't know anything about magic. Why don't you ask Strahd?" She didn't answer at once, and when she did reply her voice was sulky. "I'm not.
Every day. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to hide his growing infatuation. It was her looks that he had fallen in love with first. Who wouldn't? There was no denying Katya's beauty, with her dark curls, trim figure, and large, expressive eyes. Besides, Sasha was half Vistani, and it was a saying in Barovia that Vistani men always had an eye for the prettiest women. There was more to this girl than looks, however. In the end, it was her gentle disposition that thoroughly won.