"My name is Lord Carnavan".
He smiled at me.
And he moved so fast that I felt his sexual power.
His pale skin was ghostly. He wore a long, black coat hit the cobbled ground. His brown shirt, brown breeches, and puffy sleeves, and a rich man's cravat, and sideburns that were long and elegant, in short, gave him power. And, lastly, the black hat he wore on his head, completed the image of a English Gentleman in London town doing business. Blood dripped from his mouth; fresh blood.
"It seems Elizabeth and Mary, you seem to see this human by the Gate. Was he intruding, so?", Lord Carnavan asked.
"Father, was looking around like he was supposed to be there", Mary answered.
"For such things cannot be overlooked. And we want to keep people away from the Gate...and the secret places".
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The Vampires of Mist Gate
TerrorIn London, England, 1822, twelve year old Simon heads to the haunted Mist Gate. A place where Vampires dwell. The first book in a new YA gothic historical horror saga by the author of "Camp of Legend"; "Woodsgirl"; "Darkness in the Cemetery"; and "...
