Faine Stories

Poze

"I didn't mean to kill those people," Harry whispered, shaking his head lightly as he stared at his pale hands. The hands that were always stained with dark, putrid blood that smelled of rusting copper and bits of iron. It was like I could hear the screams of the men and women who begged for mercy before their eyes reached the back of their skull and their lungs no longer could hold air. "They have your prints. You're all over the news. Turn yourself in now and you might not get the worst of all sentences,' I muttered. He finally looked up at me. His eyes burning a small hole through my own. They held regret. But soon were replaced by indignation. "Never," he whispered so softly. So softly that you could barely hear it. But I heard it. I always heard his soft whispers that were just begging to be heard.

For Faine Hawkes, finding out she was a half vampire was the easy part. The hard part is when she finds herself immersed in their intense and unfathomable world. Not only does she have to prove herself to The Sénat, the vampire's ruling board, and cope with the stigma of being the first half-vampire they've ever known, but she also has to deal with the affections of Saul. His enthralling nature and handsome face draw her to him, but should she listen to her heart or take the advice of others and keep away? Faine makes some true friends and formidable enemies but sometimes it's difficult to tell which of those categories her new acquaintances fall into. One thing she does know is that she will have to keep on her toes to survive in this opulent and dangerous new way of life.