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By Jordan K Rose
Perpetual Light Back Cover Blurb
Fate is cruel. Especially when the one you’ve sworn to love for all eternity, the very soul who changed your destiny is the last person you should trust.
After more than three hundred years of running, Lucia Dicomano must make a choice.
Forced to take her place as a Pharo of Redemption, the divine slayer needs to master her forgotten powers. Lucia turns to Vittorio, the one vampire she’s failed to deliver from eternal damnation. But overcoming smoldering remnants of love, lust and anger aren’t their only obstacles.
Samuel, who may know Lucia better than she knows herself, hunts her with a fervor stoked by a thousand years of vengeful hatred. His plan—capture and enslave the weakened Pharo then take control of her elusive power.
Can Lucia trust Vittorio long enough to reclaim her powers? Or will she have no choice but to kill him and battle Samuel alone?
“L’amore e una guida cieca, e quelli che le seguano multo spesso si smarriscono.”
Love is a blind guide and those who follow him often lose their way.
The blackness surrounded me, silent and cold. Suspended in its grip, I waited to be released, waited to be set free to accomplish what was expected. I listened to the blissful quiet, knowing soon enough chaos would surround me and my destiny would claim me.
Soon I’d awaken and be forced to find a way to complete the impossible.
My mind spun through the events of the last several weeks—Elizabeth, Peter’s arrival, seeing Vittorio, Samuel’s attack… The confrontation with Samuel remained so vivid to me I could smell his odor. The putrid-acidy stench lingered around me, reminding me of how he had killed Lenny and planned to take me.
My eyes opened.
No longer hooked to any machines, I stretched out on the bed, rolling my ankles and wrists. Each joint ached from lack of use, but, at the very least, I’d be able to walk out of here on my own.
A cold wall of air moved into the room, carrying with it a feeling of doom. The sudden realization that I was not alone hit me.
“Who’s there?” I bolted upright, inspecting the shadows.
“Hello, Lucia.” Samuel’s voice slithered from the corner of the room. The venomous sound prickled in my ears. He spoke my name like it was a dirty word. He moved into the moonlight, and his eyes flashed red.
“How did you get in here?” My heart pounded. I remembered the feeling of his cold mouth against my skin. I don’t want to die.
“The window, of course.” He motioned to the opening behind him. The thin layer of snow coating the windowsill shimmered in the moonlight.
His heels clicked on the floor as he approached the bed. “I smell your fear, Lucia.” He cocked his head to the side. His mouth dropped open as he scented the air and fangs glinted in the pale light. “It appears your guards are busy elsewhere. They must have thought your nurse would keep you safe. She was tasty, but not nearly as tasty as you’re going to be.”
I followed the wave of his hand to the body slumped on the floor. Linda’s head flipped back on to her shoulders, barely connected to her neck, her eyes wide, horror forever frozen within them, her mouth warped to a permanent scream. Tear tracks ran through her once perfect makeup, leaving black mascara streaming down her cheeks. She had seen her demise coming and been unable escape it. Blood ran from her neck down her white uniform to pool in her lap. I bit back a scream, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing my guilt, but I knew she’d died because of me, because I’d avoided him for so long.
I inched to the edge of the bed.
“All these years.” He grinned as he surveyed me, his body swaying, almost trance-like. “Your eyes are brighter this time.” He crept closer. A strange energy, like dark excitement, hummed around him.
I lowered one foot to the floor.
He raised his arms toward the darkened ceiling. “The light continues to shine.” His voice reverberated around us, and he laughed. “Not for much longer, I’m afraid. You’ve had a good run, but we all know that everything must come to an end.” He dropped his arms, straightened his shirt, and leapt the last few feet to my bedside.
“What do you want?” I demanded, stumbling off the bed to face him.
He stood opposite me, the bed between us. “What do I want? You don’t know? That part hasn’t come to you? That’s funny. I always thought it was one of your first memories. Guess not. Hmm. I wonder what that means.” He paused, eyeing me. Then he smiled. “You still don’t know all the details. You don’t know your own destiny.” He chuckled. “You have to start over each time, don’t you? That’s it. That’s what makes your knowledge so limited, short-sighted even.”
He turned his back and sat on the edge of the bed, silent.
I took a weakened step backward, praying my legs would hold out long enough for me to escape.
He turned around quickly. “You remember Vittorio, don’t you?”
I froze, but didn’t say a word.
He frowned. “You do. I feel your…love, I guess you’d call it, for him.” He scratched his face, his thumb digging at the cleft in his chin. The sound of his nails scraping stubble filled the silence. “Can your bond with Vittorio be the problem? Is Kerina’s child what’s been getting in the way all these years? It can’t be, can it?”
I silently shuffled toward the door.
“How could I not see it? How, in all these years, did I not realize that he was the difference? He was the one? I should have taken the burden from you, killed him myself. Careless. I was careless,” he hissed as he launched himself across the room at me.
I spun for the door, reaching for the handle, but, just as my fingers scraped the metal knob, an ironclad grip jerked me backward. His arms encased my waist and chest. I screamed and drove my nails into his skin, thrashing to break his hold.
He bent me over the bed. “Where do you think you’re going? We have unfinished business.”
About the Author:
After trying her hand at many, many things- from crafting and art classes to cooking and sewing classes to running her own handbag business, Jordan finally figured out how to channel her creativity. With an active imagination and a little encouragement from her husband she sat down and began to write, each night clicking away at the keys with her black Labrador, Dino curled up under the desk.
A few short years later she’s entered the publishing arena with no plans to ever turn back.
Jordan’s a member of Rhode Island Romance Writers, as well as RWA National, and the New England (NEC), Connecticut, and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal (FFnP) Chapters.
Her first book, Perpetual Light, releases in February of 2012 from Crescent Moon Press.
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