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Night-folk hate summer heat. It's not that they kill every evening. But when they do, the blood is hot and slow and heavy. Even the salty tang is subdued. Jonathon sits on the roof for hours. hiding in the shadow of a gable, as he silently watches the 'life-bladders' (us) down below. Sarah wants to leave. He doesn't want her to go. She craves exploration and self-discovery. He craves companionship... maybe more than he truly craves her. Leo says they have an open marriage. And everyone knows it, but them.
She wants to go Russia and 'vampire' her way 'cross Siberia. She wants to curl up with slumbering bears on cold, icy nights and take gratuitous nips of their rich, ursine, gravy. Life-eaters do that, you know. Bear dens are safe and dark and secure. Vampires have been hiding there since the beginning... Whenever that was. She wants to meet up with the isolated Neanderthal remnants still roaming there.Some say Shangri-La truly exists. Others claim the Sambation still flows. Sarah wants to see for herself. Yes, Jonathon has found places and discovered things. But those quests were his quests... seen through his eyes. Sarah wants realities of her own. But she hasn't left yet, because the little girl, known as Annie, needs her now. Sarah understands that, so she waits.
True, she and her trim, young, vampirino paramour still snuggle in the raw earth crypt beneath the town house. She likes the rose petal bedding. Dedicated 'familiars' renew it twice a week. And Jonathon (a.k.a. Tomas) practices old intimacies perfected by the sophisticated Moors of Old Spain. She likes that too.
This night, Sarah sits among old tomes, deep within the stacks of the Great Central Library on the Parkway... the Benjamin Franklin Parkway. She reads handwritten diaries and journals, prepared by Radanites and others, as they penetrated the vast, unknown heartland of the storied, Eurasian Steppe. Some are in Latin. Some are in Arabic. Some are in French. She knows some French... a bit of Latin too. But the carefully, hand drawn illustrations, etched upon parchment (vellum being too delicate) by meticulous travelers eager to share the truth, are breath taking.....
Look, if Jersey Devils, Red Paint People and other wonders are found within the dense, dark confines of the expansive (in their own way) New Jersey Pine Barrens, imagine the lifeforms hiding there...
Fantastical encounters are almost a mathematical certainty...
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