Blood Ties Book One: The Turning
Blood Ties Book One: The Turning
Jennifer Armintrout
I am no coward. I want to make that perfectly clear. But after my life turned into a horror movie, I take fear a lot more seriously now. I finally became Dr Carrie Ames just eight months ago. Then I was attacked in the hospital morgue by a vampire. Now I’m a vampire and it turns out I have a blood tie to the monster who sired me. And of course he’s one of the most evil vampires on earth.With my sire hell-bent on turning me into a soulless killer and his sworn enemy set to exterminate me, things couldn’t get much worse – except I’m attracted to them both. Drinking blood, living as an immortal demon and being a pawn between two warring vampire factions isn’t exactly how I'd imagined my future. But, as my father used to say, the only way to conquer fear is to face it. So that’s what I’ll do. Fangs bared.Love Sookie Stackhouse and Bella Swan? It’s time to meet newly turned vampire Carrie Ames.
Jennifer Armintrout was born in 1980. She has been obsessed with vampires ever since the age of four and her first crush was on Vincent Price. Raised in an enormous Roman Catholic family, Jennifer attributes her interest in the macabre to viewing too many funerals at a formative age. Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and children.
Also by Jennifer Armintrout
BLOOD TIES BOOK ONE: THE TURNING
BLOOD TIES BOOK TWO: POSSESSION
BLOOD TIES BOOK THREE: ASHES TO ASHES
BLOOD TIES BOOK FOUR: ALL SOULS NIGHT
Blood Ties The Turning
Jennifer Armintrout
Much love and thanks to:
The FNMS. Michele, for eye rolls and encouragement. Chris, for loving my characters (and me) enough to read revised scenes for the nth time. Cheryl, for your advice on shameless self-promotion. Marti, for the [expletive deleted] advice from that [expletive deleted] book. You know which one. Derek, for keeping the adverbs and alliteration at bay. And Mary, even though you weren’t part of the crowd then, you deserve a mention for being Cyrus’s biggest fan.
Peggy, who let me pretend to be a writer on her typewriter when I was four years old.
Shannon, for still liking the book after viewing my lame attempt at dancing.
My editor, Sasha Bogin, and my agent, Kelly Harms, for being enthusiastic about this book and me.
Joe, for believing I could do this and subjecting yourself to the ups and downs of living with a writer.
Prologue
Welcome Back
He didn’t know how long he’d been dead. There was no time, no season, no change, only eternity.
Shadows stumbled around him on the other side of the veil. Two in particular caught his attention. He knew what they were. He’d been one of them.
The life he craved was accessible to them. Now, as in his living death, he wanted to leech it from the mortals who couldn’t protect themselves. If he could envy this undead pair, he would, but there was no time. They had no life, so they were none of his concern.
On the other side, they couldn’t see him. When he was of the world but not alive, he couldn’t see the ones who’d gone before him, either. Despite their sightlessness, they appeared to follow him. He moved away. He wanted life.
It was a fool’s errand, his never-ceasing search for that mortal energy. It throbbed in the people and animals he passed every day, but he could not touch it. Thin though the veil was, it separated him from what he craved. He could reach for it, hold it in his hands, but the film of the shadow curtain always kept him from it.
Jennifer Armintrout
Color, alien to this existence, would have shocked his senses, if he’d had any. The lifeless pair held something between them, shimmering and frightening like the fiery sword the angel held at the gates of Eden. It drew shadows to it like moths to the flame, though he hated such cliché description. He hated more that the thing drew him, as well. The shining rift split wider, and a hand, not full of life but real nonetheless, thrust through.
The other shadows clamored for it, sliding over it. Like water on oil, they rolled off the corporeal skin. As if searching specifically for him, the intruder pushed the others aside and grasped him. He stuck.
He hadn’t felt panic since he’d died. Hadn’t felt despair since her betrayal. He felt it now as the rough, real fingers pulled him through the rift.
Thick and heavy, feelings he’d almost forgotten happened all at once. Slippery and hot, sensations he remembered being pleasant at one time engulfed him. His formless being squeezed and conformed into a shape at once familiar and horrifyingly foreign.
Too bright. Too cold. Too real.
Too loud.
One of the pair laughed like jagged glass. “We fucking did it! I can’t believe we fucking did it!”
The light stung his eyes. He blinked, but his vision didn’t clear. In his chest, he felt a thump that hadn’t been a part of him for centuries—the beating of a human heart.
Alive. He was alive.
He dropped to the floor, screaming and clawing at his mortal prison.
The one who’d done it leaned over him and slapped him on the back. The connection of flesh against flesh drove needles of sensation to the bone.
“Welcome back, Cyrus.”
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Jennifer Armintrout
I am no coward. I want to make that perfectly clear. But after my life turned into a horror movie, I take fear a lot more seriously now. I finally became Dr Carrie Ames just eight months ago. Then I was attacked in the hospital morgue by a vampire. Now I’m a vampire and it turns out I have a blood tie to the monster who sired me. And of course he’s one of the most evil vampires on earth.With my sire hell-bent on turning me into a soulless killer and his sworn enemy set to exterminate me, things couldn’t get much worse – except I’m attracted to them both. Drinking blood, living as an immortal demon and being a pawn between two warring vampire factions isn’t exactly how I'd imagined my future. But, as my father used to say, the only way to conquer fear is to face it. So that’s what I’ll do. Fangs bared.Love Sookie Stackhouse and Bella Swan? It’s time to meet newly turned vampire Carrie Ames.
Jennifer Armintrout was born in 1980. She has been obsessed with vampires ever since the age of four and her first crush was on Vincent Price. Raised in an enormous Roman Catholic family, Jennifer attributes her interest in the macabre to viewing too many funerals at a formative age. Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and children.
Also by Jennifer Armintrout
BLOOD TIES BOOK ONE: THE TURNING
BLOOD TIES BOOK TWO: POSSESSION
BLOOD TIES BOOK THREE: ASHES TO ASHES
BLOOD TIES BOOK FOUR: ALL SOULS NIGHT
Blood Ties The Turning
Jennifer Armintrout
Much love and thanks to:
The FNMS. Michele, for eye rolls and encouragement. Chris, for loving my characters (and me) enough to read revised scenes for the nth time. Cheryl, for your advice on shameless self-promotion. Marti, for the [expletive deleted] advice from that [expletive deleted] book. You know which one. Derek, for keeping the adverbs and alliteration at bay. And Mary, even though you weren’t part of the crowd then, you deserve a mention for being Cyrus’s biggest fan.
Peggy, who let me pretend to be a writer on her typewriter when I was four years old.
Shannon, for still liking the book after viewing my lame attempt at dancing.
My editor, Sasha Bogin, and my agent, Kelly Harms, for being enthusiastic about this book and me.
Joe, for believing I could do this and subjecting yourself to the ups and downs of living with a writer.
Prologue
Welcome Back
He didn’t know how long he’d been dead. There was no time, no season, no change, only eternity.
Shadows stumbled around him on the other side of the veil. Two in particular caught his attention. He knew what they were. He’d been one of them.
The life he craved was accessible to them. Now, as in his living death, he wanted to leech it from the mortals who couldn’t protect themselves. If he could envy this undead pair, he would, but there was no time. They had no life, so they were none of his concern.
On the other side, they couldn’t see him. When he was of the world but not alive, he couldn’t see the ones who’d gone before him, either. Despite their sightlessness, they appeared to follow him. He moved away. He wanted life.
It was a fool’s errand, his never-ceasing search for that mortal energy. It throbbed in the people and animals he passed every day, but he could not touch it. Thin though the veil was, it separated him from what he craved. He could reach for it, hold it in his hands, but the film of the shadow curtain always kept him from it.
Jennifer Armintrout
Color, alien to this existence, would have shocked his senses, if he’d had any. The lifeless pair held something between them, shimmering and frightening like the fiery sword the angel held at the gates of Eden. It drew shadows to it like moths to the flame, though he hated such cliché description. He hated more that the thing drew him, as well. The shining rift split wider, and a hand, not full of life but real nonetheless, thrust through.
The other shadows clamored for it, sliding over it. Like water on oil, they rolled off the corporeal skin. As if searching specifically for him, the intruder pushed the others aside and grasped him. He stuck.
He hadn’t felt panic since he’d died. Hadn’t felt despair since her betrayal. He felt it now as the rough, real fingers pulled him through the rift.
Thick and heavy, feelings he’d almost forgotten happened all at once. Slippery and hot, sensations he remembered being pleasant at one time engulfed him. His formless being squeezed and conformed into a shape at once familiar and horrifyingly foreign.
Too bright. Too cold. Too real.
Too loud.
One of the pair laughed like jagged glass. “We fucking did it! I can’t believe we fucking did it!”
The light stung his eyes. He blinked, but his vision didn’t clear. In his chest, he felt a thump that hadn’t been a part of him for centuries—the beating of a human heart.
Alive. He was alive.
He dropped to the floor, screaming and clawing at his mortal prison.
The one who’d done it leaned over him and slapped him on the back. The connection of flesh against flesh drove needles of sensation to the bone.
“Welcome back, Cyrus.”
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Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию (https://www.litres.ru/jennifer-armintrout/blood-ties-book-one-the-turning/) на ЛитРес.
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Jennifer Armintrout
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Эзотерика, оккультизм
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: I am no coward. I want to make that perfectly clear. But after my life turned into a horror movie, I take fear a lot more seriously now. I finally became Dr Carrie Ames just eight months ago. Then I was attacked in the hospital morgue by a vampire. Now I’m a vampire and it turns out I have a blood tie to the monster who sired me. And of course he’s one of the most evil vampires on earth.With my sire hell-bent on turning me into a soulless killer and his sworn enemy set to exterminate me, things couldn’t get much worse – except I’m attracted to them both. Drinking blood, living as an immortal demon and being a pawn between two warring vampire factions isn’t exactly how I′d imagined my future. But, as my father used to say, the only way to conquer fear is to face it. So that’s what I’ll do. Fangs bared.Love Sookie Stackhouse and Bella Swan? It’s time to meet newly turned vampire Carrie Ames.