THE OLD KNIFE

Dacre Lenore was sure of a lot of things, but what he was sure of most was his hatred for vampires. Vermin. Corpses puppeteered by demons. The extermination of them was his noble birthright, his holy burden to bear, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

And then he became one.

Which got in the way of that.

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The Old Knife was a sect of the church dedicated to the extermination of vampires, founded by the ten aristocratic families of Upper Hartbury. Killing vampires was their prerogative. Corruption within was a well-known secret.

Dacre Lenore had his future planned down to the letter. Train rigorously, rise up the political ranks of the Old Knife, marry the Cardinal's daughter and then one day become Cardinal himself. Restoring honour to the noble name of Lenore was his duty, and nothing would stop him from succeeding. And then he met Casper McPhee - scrappy, common Casper McPhee, and that future started looking like one big cruel joke.

Crueller still, being turned into a vampire to then be hunted down by a less-scrappy, more terrifying looking Casper McPhee.

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