Amedeo is Cruxim, an immortal fallen angel destined to seek redemption as a vampire hunter, quenching his insatiable hunger on their blood. But when the object of his passion, the nun Joslyn — his beautiful charge with whom he has fallen in love — is turned and joins the leader of a powerful... read more
A rare and mysterious supernatural creature known as a Cruxim, Amedeo has but one mission—to rid the world of vampires. But when one of the two women he loves becomes one, and the other, a female Sphinx who has joined him on his crusade, is abducted and tortured by them, what will he sacrifice... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
A rare and mysterious supernatural creature known as a Cruxim, Amedeo has but one mission—to rid the world of vampires. But when one of the two women he loves becomes one, and the other, a female Sphinx who has joined him on his crusade, is abducted and tortured by them, what will he sacrifice to save one or both of them?
“As she turned to me, I noticed a sliver of passionfruit dribbled from the corner of her mouth—the black seed clung in its yellow sac, which clung to her lips. Tenderly, I reached out to wipe it away. As I did so, she opened her mouth and caught my finger, gently sucking the sweet fruit from my fingertip. At the touch of her lips, something leaped inside me. Her slow sucking thrilled me, and I pulled my finger out of her tongue’s grasp too quickly, leaving a slurping gasp hanging in air between us as her lips drew air.”
““You do not know,” she spat. “You cannot know what it is like to forever be half beast.” She sprang away into the night, denying me the chance to tell her that I did; that perhaps all men know that.”Sabine
“I could have wept for her—or for myself—but then I heard the poem of her, the gushing, rushing rhythm of her life flooding into me. Her heartbeat was like a heavenly choir alive in my blood as I sucked. She began to shudder, and as she reached weakly up to stroke my face, I saw that the sun was rising. It was as scarlet as the blood that coursed over my lips.”Amedeo
“Why? I silently accused my Maker. Why make me like this, a solitary killer with no army to operate against the undead? Such hatred for them and myself their only weapon. It rankled me. I felt I had been set an impossible task, one I could only hope to fail in perpetuity, as I had failed to protect Joslyn all those centuries ago, as I had failed to protect Sabine just days hence. A roar of anger issued from me and I slapped my ruined wings in disgust.”Amedeo
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