You owe me, Damion had said as Percy had moved toward the door, I could have left you to die. The implications clear in Damion’s tone. There wasn’t much to it, really. The simple words that implied the vampire wasn’t free to just leave town when he wanted ( Read more... )

ImpossibleAlex glared at him for a long time, Percy continuing as he always did with sure, firm movements. The vampire didn’t seem to notice his child’s presence which was nearly impossible to believe ( Read more... )

The fact that Arthur was tagging along was something of no consequence really, or rather it shouldn't have been. The vampire, at least, did not care to make any show of his disapproval in Arthur accompanying him to a din of other, decidedly more dangerous vampires than himself. Though, that was perhaps a misnomer. Percy was not exactly the 'safest ( Read more... )

New York City. Percy wasn’t sure what made the place grand, or what made it…appealing as the certain of fashion, the center of urban culture or anything of the like. It bored him, and he had only been there for an hour or two ( Read more... )

Moving to New York was something of a trail in Percy’s book. He had had no real interest in leaving the old country. But the letter had his attention, a picture of a boy with golden curls and the sweet cherub appeal of Alex ( Read more... )