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|“ Vladimir and I were in many battles over the centuries. Always to repel invaders, never to conquer.” He brushed back his woman’s red curls. “You are the only conquest I have ever attempted.” |
From the novel, “Boris and Patricia: From the Chronicles of Sine Nomine” ©M.M.Smith2010- All rights reserved.
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ABOUT THE BOOK
“It's 18th century London, and Russian Wampyr Boris Alexeyev is returning to the home of the McCabes for another meal and another victim. But instead of finding easy prey, the 800-year-old vampire finds Patricia, the woman of his dreams, stake in hand.
The first of the anticipated Siné Nominé Chronicles will not disappoint as it throws you into an extraordinary world, and beckons you to sink your teeth in."
The novel is available for purchase from Create Space www.createspace.com/3489323 and Amazon.com www.amazon.com/Boris-Patricia-…
The day was giving to night as rain fell throughout the dense jungle as an orb of light appeared in the sky and came closer and closer until it touched down in a clear path. The object had been a Yautja ship which opened up to reveal the form of an Omega Yautja who stood roughly ten feet tall. He was clad in white armor and wore a crimson cape. Most notably he wore a bio mask fashioned to look like the face of his people's most beloved prey, the Xenomorphs. His name was S'loss and he was the leader of the White Fang Clan. He had not come to this planet looking for sport; however, he came here once every year- a ritual he had done for nearly twenty-one human years now. Although this was usually a short time to his people, it felt like an eternity to him.
He leaped out of the ship, the rain kept both him and his vessel from cloaking, but he did not care as he was not here to hunt and the only creatures that inhabited this planet were animals that did not pose a threat to him anyway. The
EmpressNo one out of there knows that I'm alive.
I'm the empress here and my empire is the smallest of the world: it includes the big ancient blue house with the boarded windows and with the always locked iron gate.
The attic and the cellar, the music room, the living room, the kitchen, two bathrooms and two bedrooms and the library. And the garden, but only during the night.
This is my empire.
When no one outside is around, he allows me to go out of the house, so I can touch the leaves of the old oak and the jasmine plants he planted for me at our arrival. For my birthdays he let me climb up the oak in the garden.
The neighbours think that in my empire there is only him.
This isn't his real name, but he is a dragon, I know who is he really. He gives me a lot of things: the Dragon teaches me music and literature, mathematics and latin, drawing and science, psychology and sociology, story and foreign languages. During these years the lessons became more difficult, but as long as I
True Nature: Chapter 1"Honour? What is honour?
Honour is something we use to brand the heroic, from the wasteful.
Honour is something we believe in and die for.
Honour is something that has built empires, as well as destroyed them.
Honour is the feeling of true nobility
Honour is the greatest lie ever conceived ..
Chapter 1: Luck is running out.
"Hit the lights!" cried a voice.
"And for heck and hell make sure not to have it on high! Don't want to be blinding the basterd!" yelled a second.
A large yellow light beamed smack down onto these three Predators, standing over what appeared to be a Kainde Amedha, notorious creatures, dangerous, murderers; these words were created to define them.
The first Predator gave a thumb up to the guy working the lights; he seemed to be the leader, and the only one who carried the blooded mark, the other two, one male and female, seemed all to young, predat
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A life long aficionado of horror and fantasy , M. M. Smith began the chronicles of Boris and Patricia as stories shared around the dinner table. Her teen and college aged daughters wanted a different kind of vampire story, catering to their communal love of history and cultures. Eventually friends and classmates were listening too, and suggesting it all be written down in some sort of chronicle, so others might share in that which had delighted them so thoroughly. And so it began...|
M.M. Smith is a widow living in Northern California with her three daughters and The Stupid Cat.
The novel is available for purchase from Create Space www.createspace.com/3489323