“The last faint flush of a departed sun loaned low western hills a fast-fading afterglow, and likewise silhouetted the famous outlines of the city’s towering Castle-on-the-Rock against the deepening black velvet of a sky full of stars. It was night and the vampire Mike Milazzo’s time. And only when he rose from his bed in the grubby room where he had languished through all the hours of day in fear and loathing of the yellow curse, the monster whose seething rays on the building’s outer walls—ind...eed the very knowledge of those rays, of their proximity, with only eleven inches of fragile brickwork to ward them off—had caused his flesh to creep; and only when he had crossed to the room’s small window, half-shuttered his eyes and cringed as he cautiously lifted a corner of dank and mouldering curtain to glimpse beyond the fly-specked pane only the dark of night and sense something of its balming coolness…only then could Mike feel truly secure and breathe more easily— —At least until dawn, when the sun would rise again… It had not always been this way.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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