So just want to inform those who'd like a copy of this book for their own to just have a little more patience with me. I'm just putting the finishing touches to the book and it will be up and running on Amazon soon so just bear with me a little. In the meantime, you can at least get an idea of what it's all about with our little journeys here. Remember once it's out, I cannot continue blogging about it anymore but I'll try to get you as far along as I can go before that happens.
Also, check out my other blog http://robertphiri.blogspot.com for a significantly larger portion of my writing talking about my first book series - Creatures of the Night. Well before I bore you with some more of my rumbling here's what we have for today's journey.
No clan is shrouded in deliberate mystery as the Clan of Usurpers (Tremere). As inventors and practitioners of terrible
blood magic, the secretive Tremere have a tightly political structure based on
the acquisition of power, as well as a fanatical clan loyalty. Because of their
veil of secrecy, disturbing stories have surfaced as to the nature of their vampirism
but the Tremere are silent on the matter and look askance upon those who would
presume to know it’s secrets. The exotic Brie Turner was Tremere primogen, as
deadly as she was beautiful. Brie had an exquisitely beautiful face with
flawless skin and dark forest green eyes. Rumour had it she’d seduced her
predecessor before slaying and promptly usurping him. Many called her a witch
as she had vast knowledge of the dark arts and knew exactly when to use them to
her advantage. At just twenty three human years and three hundred vampiric, she
was the youngest primogen in history.
It was these ‘people’ that made up the Council of Primogen that now awaited their leader and Prince to
speak up. As perhaps the most iconic member of the Camarilla, the Price was typically the eldest and one who had
mastered the ways of controlling the mortal agencies of his city such as the
police department, the local and regional press and local politicians. The
claim to be Prince typically rotated among the seven clans with the eldest of
each clan having the right to rise above his peers and rule the Camarilla but only if he was seen fit to
do so by the rest of the other clans.
Darius looked at the seven vampires seated before him, some
were his friends, and others were not while still some were loyal and others
were not. These were perilous times to be Prince as decisions were getting
harder and harder to make every day. Betrayal could just as easily arise from
within as it could from the outside. With the rumours circulating of the Sabbat getting ever closer in their
search of the Antediluvians, his Council were getting even more agitated each
day. He had tried reassurances but even he knew the end times were upon them.
Being the oldest and thus most powerful among them though, he
still retained the final authority on everything the Camarilla did. Seven hundred and twelve years as a vampire had
horned him into a frightful opponent for anyone who was foolish enough to take
him on though it had not stopped many from trying. He’d once been forced to
slay the current Council of Primogens’ predecessors as they’d dared to try and
dethrone him and all had fallen bar one – Riordan, the vampire he’d embraced
himself and the only one to have remained loyal to him.
Vampire "fact" #6: One of the most famous (infamous) "true vampires" was Countess Elizabeth Bathory (1560-1614) who was accused of biting the flesh of young virgins while torturing them and bathing in their blood to retain her youthful beauty. She was by all accounts a very attractive woman.
How would our day be without delving into some poetry? Not good at all.....
The sun sets.
The creatures of the night coming out to play....
To play with humans....naïve humans....
No one knows what will happen.
You don't know either,
Although it's your life that's going to end....tonight.
The darkness is falling, and you're still happy,
You still don't know what will happen.
Still don't know anything, soon you'll learn....
You'll learn to love eternal life,
You'll learn to love the night,
You'll learn to hate the day,
Same as I did.
And you'll learn to love me
And maybe, someday, I'll tell you....
Tell you why you had to die....tonight.
The moon is rising,
And I found you.
I took all my hate....and made you one of us....
Now you're lying on the ground.
The pain is for the moment,
But it will let you go,
And only the sadness will stay,
The sadness of having lost your life.
And maybe, one day, of having lost your love,
But for the now, it's the sadness....
of having lost your life....tonight. - by Starfields
All in a day's work. Catch us again next time!
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