From The Grey House, Book One:
Vincent reached his arm out and helped Aaron up again. He embraced the human, and a shocked Aaron awkwardly embraced him back. Vincent pulled back and looked the human in the face.
From The Grey House, Book One:
Vincent reached his arm out and helped Aaron up again. He embraced the human, and a shocked Aaron awkwardly embraced him back. Vincent pulled back and looked the human in the face.
From The Grey House, Book One (I really hope someone out there is wondering how all this strings together):
Vincent stepped back and allowed Rebecca to hold onto Keith, then led the way to the last cell in the dungeon. This was where most of the stench came from. The door was already open; another guard opened it after the mage had been led upstairs. As the entourage walked closer, Keith started to struggle. The wolf had one arm around his torso, pinning Keith’s arms, and the other was holding his head to her chest. Rebecca was being very careful. Vincent had warned that Keith’s premature death would not be treated kindly.
From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
Behind him, a crowd was gathering. All of Vincent, Lorraine and Anthony’s men were gathered in the room. There were about forty people in total, just waiting. Natalia was on her stomach, still unconscious. Diana had her hands on Natalia’s back, over her scratches. Her bite wound was already closed. Vincent saw how deep the scratches looked and realized Diana had probably healed her partway. Charlie’s claws had gone deep, and therefore, so had the infection. Her weak heartbeat suggested she had lost a great deal of blood.
From The Grey House, Book One:
She dreamt the dream about once a week since she returned to the area. She was lying in a large canopied bed. The fabric draped around the bed was deep crimson giving everything, including her skin, a blood red hue. The curtains parted and a man handed her a goblet telling her it was time to rise. He called her child every time. It had been slightly menacing since she had never seen his face. The voice was his. She was sure of it.
From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
Natalia sagged against him, believing his words. He was known to lie to his people, but she didn’t see any indication in his eyes. She pulled away though, still upset with the events of the past three days. She looked Vincent in the eye and started her tale.
“I found a group of Slayers four months ago who seemed to know a great deal about the Slayers in the Bay Area. They’d been around and for some reason or other decided to catalogue the Slayers. Helped them in deciding who was best for what job or some nonsense. There was a core group of four Slayers, all of whom lived in the city and shared an apartment. It took me three months of meetings for them to trust me.”
Though The Grey House is a trilogy, and is a finished story, I have started working on the next stage in Natalia’s life. Here’s a snippet of that untitled series:
“He thinks he’s tough.” Natalia looked him up and down. They had cut and skewered most of his body at this point, but he didn’t want to talk. Natalia stared at him until an idea came to her mind. She grinned wickedly. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
From The Grey House, Book One:
“If you think this is wise…”
“I don’t, but there’s no other choice. I’m not done with her yet.”
Joseph regarded Vincent, watching as determination took hold of the younger vampire’s features. Joseph turned from his boss, to stare out toward the driveway and places beyond. He could see movement in the forest: creatures moving about on their nocturnal errands. “This may blow up in your face.”
A shudder passed through Vincent. “It would be a great joy to take her on if she turned on me.”
From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
It had been a successful hunt. The group of rebellious young vampires were dealt with easily. That was to be expected with himself, Joseph, Ben, Anthony, Rowland, Max and Julian fighting for Lorraine. All were old vampires and skilled in several weapon forms. The young ones were dispatched in minutes. Now they were on their way back to Lorraine’s palatial estate where they would feast and spend much time in bed. Or at least he and Lorraine would. The others would have to fend for themselves. The prospect of entwining himself in Lorraine’s arms didn’t help quiet the worry he had felt since waking.
From The Grey House, Book One:
She started laughing softly. There was a hint of hysteria to the sound, though. His voice had been so sheepish, so hopeful. Her laughter turned to tears, as the absurdity of it all crashed in upon her. She had just been talking about vampires and Slayers and the craziness of the world to a werewolf, and he was worried about catching an STD. She felt his arms again, reassuring, caring, strong, human. She calmed down and answered.
From The Grey House, Book One:
The bellow started deep in Vincent’s chest and bubbled then burst forth into a barbaric roar. Vincent grabbed Keith by the shirt and carried him across the room, slamming him at full force against the far wall. “The fate that awaits you is too good for your betrayal.”