Brothers to the Death (The Saga of Larten Crepsley)
“Larten still didn’t know who was getting married. He assumed it was a couple from one of the small villages scattered around the monastery. But nobody followed them as the vampires, Laurence, and three other monks made their way to the cove, and nobody was waiting when they got there.
It was a clear, bright night, the moon close to full. Larten had washed his clothes ahead of the ceremony and was looking his best in his blood-red trousers, shirt and cape. Arra kept close to him, smiling when his back was turned, admiring the tall vampire and wishing they could spend longer together. She knew they’d part when their term elapsed, but she would have stayed with him for as long as he’d asked if she thought he truly loved her.
Vancha hadn’t cleaned himself, although his hair was brushed back into less wild a shape than usual, and it gleamed in the moonlight. Larten figured the Prince must have used a few fistfuls of snot to perfect the shiny effect. Thinking about that, he giggled uncharac...teristically.MoreLess
It was a clear, bright night, the moon close to full. Larten had washed his clothes ahead of the ceremony and was looking his best in his blood-red trousers, shirt and cape. Arra kept close to him, smiling when his back was turned, admiring the tall vampire and wishing they could spend longer together. She knew they’d part when their term elapsed, but she would have stayed with him for as long as he’d asked if she thought he truly loved her.
Vancha hadn’t cleaned himself, although his hair was brushed back into less wild a shape than usual, and it gleamed in the moonlight. Larten figured the Prince must have used a few fistfuls of snot to perfect the shiny effect. Thinking about that, he giggled uncharac...teristically.MoreLess
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