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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


For Terry. You said write a vampire book and I almost always listen to you, my darling.


Marie E. Blossom

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Jasper Librae fell in love three hundred years ago with a backward planet at the edge of the galaxy, far from his home of Dekcol. Two hundred and fifty years ago, his heart was broken when the last of his family died violently. He remembered how fragile his step-brother Ambrose looked on the steps of their home, covered in blood. He remembered what it felt like as their family bond frayed just before Ambrose turned to ash. He remembered searching the wilderness of their adopted world for his sister-in-law and nephew and failing. But mostly, he remembered how their enemies forced him to leave everything behind: the sunrises and sunsets, the moon’s sad face, his beloved forests, the house he and his brother built together. He remembered his lack of power, his naiveté.

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