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Bible Versions Issue. Bold vs Brave August 20, August 15, Poisoning the Bread of Heaven August 8, Are King James Bible believers idol worshippers? Does it really matter what Bible version you prefer? July 23, At one time, Tavish had been the coveted one, the one the others revered because his mother was chosen. She had been the most beautiful of them all.
Tavish had been so proud to be her son. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. Tavish was the result. Galf and his mother had loved one another. Tavish had been turned at age twenty-eight by Galf, making him his own blood-son. Tavish was tall, muscular, powerful and in his prime. Galf had been so proud of him. Tavish had been loved and had loved. He had nothing and no one. His heart filled with pure hate, Tavish attacked the bear. He clawed at it ripping its throat open viciously and dived face-first into its blood.
They would pay, they would all pay, both humans and vampires. The bear swung its paws helplessly as Tavish feasted greedily upon it. He gorged himself after days of little food. The bear stumbled to her side. Finally filled to almost bursting, Tavish stepped away from the beast and wiped his hand across his blood-streaked mouth, cheeks and nose.
The bear lifted her head in agony. She moaned pitifully. Large dark eyes settled onto Tavish; he could see her loss and the sadness reflected in those dark eyes. Tavish cocked his head and felt pity for the beast. She was a beauty. Tavish looked at her neck with a small bit of remorse. He had made a mess of it.
It would take her awhile to die. Tavish sat on the same boulder he had vacated, watching her flailing attempts to rise. Finally, she just lay there whimpering. Just give up, join your little cub, Tavish said to her. She groaned an answer. Tavish pushed up from the rock and once more went to the bear. She was too weak to do anything but lay with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. He trailed a hand over her luxurious fur.
As his fingers delved deeper into the thick pelt, an idea occurred to him. He could skin the bear and bring back his victims here to the cave. The idea had merit.
He could sneak closer to an inhabited igloo, grab a meal and eat it here, away from Rakin and any other vampire. Tavish filled with renewed excitement. The bear lay there whimpering. Tavish began pacing. Growling, he went back to the bear thinking he could bash in her skull with a rock. Right before he plunged it down, the animal looked up at him.
She was intelligent; he could see it in her eyes. She knew what he was about to do. He could feel her sadness. She was such a beauty, only the blood marred her pale white perfection. She was helpless and alone, betrayed. Sighing, he realized they were somewhat of a kindred spirit. Tavish understood aloneness. I will offer you a kindness and spare you the pain of bashing your brains in. Another race for you to abhor. Tavish dropped the boulder. Her blood was still gently flowing. Tavish leaned down. He took her regal head into his arms and shushed her.
His words were crooning and gentle. Tavish stroked her fine head, gazing into her beautiful eyes until she settled under him. She stopped whimpering and her eyes closed halfway. It was as though she understood and accepted this one small kindness after being hurt and betrayed. Her breath that had been coming in ragged, huffing pants, slowed. Tavish lowered his head; he lapped at the oozing blood. His hunger was again upon him, although not nearly as great. Calmly, he spoke to her in reassuring tones. As carefully as possible, he sank his fangs into her tortured throat. Tavish was surprised as their memories mingled.
She was an intelligent beast. He watched her fight for the life of her cub, he watched her fail. She had brought her little cub back to the cave to die. He sank his teeth deeper into her neck and sucked until he could take no more. Tavish tried. He felt dizzy with his attempt. The bear shuddered. Tavish dropped to his side, he whispered an apology. After all this time he let himself sob with his loss.
Tears and blood mixed. He had failed again. Tavish was spent. He closed his eyes. He fell unconscious on the cave floor wrapped in a bear hug. When next he woke, Tavish sat up groggily. They are used to facing danger alone, but now the mage and the ancient warrior must learn how to rely on each other in order to stop a plot that threatens all Carpathians.
Dark Sentinel. In an explosive novel from 1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan, a human woman ignites the desire of her Carpathian lifemate—and of an ancient vampire with a score to settle. After the devastating loss of her entire family, Lorraine Peters heads to the woods searching for peace of mind and anything to quell the anger in her soul. Instead, she stumbles upon a scene of horrific violence, as one man lies helpless in the face of three attackers.
Unable to find his lifemate, he almost welcomes his release from a colorless and unfeeling world at the hands of the vampire hunters who have mistaken him for their prey. That is, until a whirling ball of fury bursts onto the scene, determined to save him. In one glimpse, in one breath, Andor recognizes Lorraine as his lifemate, but it will take more than their telepathic connection to convince her of their immortal bond.
Lorraine is a lethal combination of cunning and courage. So much so that she captures the attention of a master vampire, one who has already lost what was once irreplaceable to him.
One who will strike with deadly precision at Andor and his ancient Carpathian comrades in a war to end all wars. Dark Legacy. And only the taste of one Carpathian warrior—the rush of his blood—can save her…. Dark Carousel. The ancient Carpathian had given up hope of finding his lifemate, but now he will do anything to make Charlotte his own.
Charlotte is familiar with Tariq. Their shared passion opens Charlotte up to trusting him with her life and with the desire she can no longer control. But it also makes her vulnerable to a centuries-old curse that will unite her and Tariq in a war against the enemies of humans and Carpathians alike….
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Dark Promises. All she wants is to be away from the Carpathian Mountains, far from vampires and the shadows cast by the crumbling monastery that hides so many terrible secrets. Instead, Trixie has stumbled onto the path of a desperate man and woman on the run. Ward, 1 New York Times bestselling author. Dark Ghost. In this captivating novel in the 1 New York Times bestselling series, a wounded warrior and a woman on the run find salvation, passion and unimaginable danger in the ghostly darkness of the Carpathian Mountains… Monk.
Bounty hunter. Vampire slayer. Andre Boroi has spent centuries battling the undead, holding out against the dark with honor. But now, gravely wounded by master vampire Costin Popescu, Andre will be easy to track. His only chance is to disappear into the gray mist of the Carpathians. To wait. To hope.
In the mountains in search of a precious crystal, geologist Teagan Joanes suddenly finds herself hunted by those she once trusted. Then she comes across the warrior—wounded, wanting and irresistible. Andre has been craving her for an eternity: his lifemate.
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Her warmth envelops him. Her scent pulsates. Dark Blood. Zev Hunter was an elite warrior, a dark-blood dealer of death to Lycans who preyed on mankind. But he begins to question his past when he awakens in the sacred cave of warriors—and is soothed back to consciousness by the sensuously familiar voice of the woman who has haunted his fantasies for centuries: Branislava, member of the Dragonseeker clan.