"Sir, Lady Gemma Carnavan".
"The Vampire Lord's daughter", I said.
"Third daughter, of questionable taste". I digested the information, as I spoke to her in the long, gothic black hallway.
Gargoyle statues oversaw the hallway, creating a horror as their demonic eyes saw me as a bother. I agreed with the assumption, yet I attempted to ignore the things, for they were evil, and I didn't feel that I wanted to feed their evil anymore than I felt like-because, in my ways of keeping me alive, I was safe with a young lady of pure malevolence, like her sisters.
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The Vampires of Mist Gate
HorrorIn 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 "...
