freeradicalkik
Book One in the Horsemen Series
Aldric Sinclair was a man who split the world.
He helped thousands of people, when he wanted to prove he could and then with the same breath he'd destroy a whole town. He was rich and powerful. It was never proved, but everyone knew he had contacts in every parliament and terrorist group in the world.
He was invincible... but he was dying.
He was being shone upon by the media for his enormous donations to charities, but it was all for his own benefit. He had Huntington's and it wasn't looking good for him; people were beginning to notice his lack of grace, something that had once been a thing of pride for him.
"There is one thing." Allister Hart said softly.
Aldric looked up at his accountant, one of the few men he trusted completely. "Do tell."
"I've heard whispers of a school... hidden away from mere mortals such as us."
"Mortals?" Aldric sneered, "What have you been doing, Hart?"
"Only the best." The man smirked, "But I've been trying to find this school for years and I've narrowed it down to a few countries; the others don't have any."
"Any what?" Aldric growled, growing tired of his nonsense.
"Vampires." He grinned; "If you're turned by a Vampire, then the stories goes your body regenerates... eternal youth Aldric."
"What the fuck?" he laughed, "You know what Hart; if you're high enough to keep searching, you do it. I'll kiss your feet when a Vampire walks through my door and offers me eternal youth."
"Don't worry; I'll wear new shoes."
The only problem is, Vampires are hard to come by... so what's the next best thing?