So next week, I’ll be in Chicago. See all of you who are going to RT there! Here’s my schedule as of now for the convention.
This is the first time I’ll have gone east of Idaho. I hate being landlocked (I’m a total coastline soul—and I’m talking ocean coastline) so it will be interesting to see how it goes. Although I’d far rather fly into the middle of the country than drive.
Since I really don’t have much time to write a blog, today, I’ll leave you with a little preview of NIGHT SEEKER. And tomorrow, over on Fire & Ice, I'll put up another:
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” I glanced through the rest of the bags. “Good, somebody brought The Rise of the Indigo Court and The History of the Vampire Nation.” The words popped out before I realized that Lannan was standing right there. I jerked up my head. He was standing, arms crossed, head cocked to the side, one booted foot propped up on a chair. His leather pants shimmered in the dim light hanging over the table.
“So . . . you have a copy of our history. You know, not a terribly wise idea of you to advertise so in front of me.” He slowly lowered his foot to the ground and slid his hands in his pockets and sauntered toward me.
“I wouldn’t have, if I’d thought about it first.” My mouth had gotten me in trouble more than once.
Lannan backed me up to the wall, lifting the book out of my hands. He flipped through it, occasionally glancing at me. I had no idea how vampires read, considering their eyes were jet with no white, no gleam other than the sparkle that made them look like obsidian orbs. But read they
did. And Lannan Altos was actually a professor at the New Forest Conservatory. I had the feeling he’d abused his authority far more than once.
Grieve let out a low growl and shifted into a wolf, shoving himself between the vampire and me. Peyton and Luna gasped. Wrath stiffened as Kaylin stepped forward. Lannan just stared at the beast with unblinking eyes. I caught my breath. Grieve was really pissed. Anger wasn’t the only reason he took wolf form, but Lannan had pushed his buttons— his territorial instincts had been invaded. He stood his ground, forcing Lannan away from me, his gaze never leaving the vampire. I poised, ready to throw myself between the two.
NIGHT SEEKER Excerpt (7.3.2012, Berkley Books)Copyright 2012, Yasmine Galenorn
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