THE SIN EATER'S PRINCE
Cecilia Tan's Vampire Anthology - COMING SOON FROM RAVENOUS ROMANCE

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EXCERPT:

Moonlight slanted through the pine trees, and in the stillness of the forest, the ocean roared in the distance. Occasionally, Owen stumbled on a rock, but quickly regained his footing and followed the silver ribbons down the narrow path. A fluttering of giant wings to his left elicited a nervous jerk, and another stumble.

Owen fell to his knees just as the moon ducked behind a patch of clouds, narrowed his eyes, and searched for the winged creature. The very air turned ominous and the skin at the nape of his neck prickled. Now he wished he’d taken Andras’ advice and stayed the night in the stables. The scent of horse dung would have been preferable to the sudden fear anchoring his body to the forest floor.

What else had his father said? ‘A vampire can not enter a private dwelling unless the occupant grants permission. Most vampire attacks occur outside the home in isolated areas at night.’ Get up, Owen, you dolt! Run! You’ve got to make it home!

Clambering to his knees, he stilled from a flash of something in the clearing ahead. Beneath a canopy of evergreens a bestial being appeared in his line of vision. No, not a predator of the forest but an upright human form. Shrouded in a black cloak, his white skin shone like a beacon under the inky sky. Danger seized Owen as the phantom advanced at a foot-dragging pace. His eyes crazed with bloodlust, his lips were drawn into a snarl that bared his lethal, white fangs. Owen’s throat constricted with fear, yet he remained seized by the timeless features and hypnotic eyes. Time ceased to exist, and his immortality rushed to the forefront. Death was imminent; he felt it with every fiber of his being.

Suddenly a new shape burst onto the scene, exploding through the bracken with lightning speed. Onward they fought, their bodies, twisting and writhing in a maelstrom of flesh and bone. They rolled, thrashed, and tumbled on the ground, only to appear in the branches of the trees seconds later. Paralyzed with terror, Owen’s body felt nailed to the ground.