In Darkness We Must Abide Season 2 by Rhiannon Frater
Publication date: December 16th 2013
Genres: Adult, Horror,
Publication date: December 16th 2013
Genres: Adult, Horror,
Synopsis:
In Darkness We Must Abide is the epic saga of one young woman caught in the dangerous world of the creatures of the night.
Vanora is haunted by the night her faith in those she loved was shattered. After fleeing Houston, she takes refuge in Austin and creates a normal life with her roommate Rhonda. Despite her newfound happiness, Vanora is tormented by dreams and visions of an enigmatic and dangerous albino vampire.
When her world starts to fall apart and Armando comes back into her life to warn her that her brother is in danger, Vanora realizes that she can’t escape her destiny. Evil threatens her family, and she must venture into the darkness to save everyone she cares about.
As she seeks to uncover the truth about the terrifying albino vampire and her purpose in his schemes, Vanora starts to realize that the man she loves most may be her greatest enemy. Rhiannon Frater delivers a chilling adventure once again with this multi-part epic serial with a dynamic cast, old school vampires, bloody action, a smoldering forbidden love, and a terrifying villain set against the backdrop of a modern day vampire war.
This book includes all five episodes of the second season of the serial.
When her world starts to fall apart and Armando comes back into her life to warn her that her brother is in danger, Vanora realizes that she can’t escape her destiny. Evil threatens her family, and she must venture into the darkness to save everyone she cares about.
As she seeks to uncover the truth about the terrifying albino vampire and her purpose in his schemes, Vanora starts to realize that the man she loves most may be her greatest enemy. Rhiannon Frater delivers a chilling adventure once again with this multi-part epic serial with a dynamic cast, old school vampires, bloody action, a smoldering forbidden love, and a terrifying villain set against the backdrop of a modern day vampire war.
This book includes all five episodes of the second season of the serial.
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AUTHOR BIO
Rhiannon Frater is the award-winning author of over a dozen books, including the As the World Dies zombie trilogy (Tor), as well as independent works such as The Last Bastion of the Living (declared the #1 Zombie Release of 2012 by Explorations Fantasy Blog and the #1 Zombie Novel of the Decade by B&N Book Blog), and other horror novels. Her next novel for Tor, Dead Spots, will be published in 2014. She was born and raised a Texan and presently lives in Austin, Texas with her husband and furry children (a.k.a pets). She loves scary movies, sci-fi and horror shows, playing video games, cooking, dyeing her hair weird colors, and shopping for Betsey Johnson purses and shoes.
You can find her online at:
Website: rhiannonfrater.com & astheworlddies.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.
Twitter: twitter.com/
Blog: rhianonfrater.blogspot.
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Email: rhiannonfrater at gmail.com
Excerpts
In Darkness We Must Abide
Season 2 Excerpt
By
Rhiannon Frater
Vanora forced her eyes to open, abandoning the nightmare for the real world. The dream still
clung to her mind and body. Attempting to sit up, she found herself paralyzed. It felt as if the
bands of the nightmare world were keeping her strapped to the mattress, reluctant to release her.
It struck her that she could still sense the power of the vampire. Fearfully, her gaze searched the
gloom filling the room as she became horrifically aware that the vampire was near.
The door to the bedroom stood ajar. She knew for certain she had closed it when she had gone
to bed. Now the darkness beyond the cracked door held the promise of growing danger. When he
surreptitiously entered her room, Vanora shuddered at the sight of the pale vampire. His tall,
pale, masculine form hesitated as he perhaps realized she was awake. Vanora strove to force her
limbs into action, but her body refused to obey. The vampire slunk further into her bedroom, his
movements quick and sure, like any predator.
“Rhonda invited me in,” the increasingly familiar deep voice murmured. He glided through
the shadows of her bedroom, the moonlight straining through her gauzy curtains illuminating his
pale skin.
Vanora willed herself awake, yet the world remained unchanged. Pinned to her bed, she was
vividly aware of the approaching vampire. The power emanating from the vampire surged
around her. It was wicked and enticing all at once. Cold prickles flowed across her flesh, her skin
burned by the icy touch of the vampire’s presence. Vanora lay trapped on her bed, unable to call
out or move.
The vampire stopped at the edge of the mattress, staring down at her. She could see that he
was bare chested, his long legs clad in black leather. White hair fell in waves over his shoulders.
Kneeling on the bed with slow, seductive movements, his face drew terrifyingly near, the purple
fire of his eyes bright in the darkness. The light of the moon glinted off the silvery strands of his
goatee.
“You don’t yet know who I am, and that’s how it should be. I need you to wait for me. Wait
for the time when we can be together. Yet, I cannot resist seeing you just this once.”
Vanora strained to speak, but her lips remained frozen. Only her eyes were blessed with
movement. The vampire lowered his head, tilting it so that his face disappeared into the gloom.
He was so close, she felt as if her heart would stop from fright. Yet, the darkness within her
craved to hold him close to her trembling body. That realization terrified her even more than the
vampire.
“You look so frightened. There’s no need to be,” he whispered. “I would never hurt you.”
One of his hands caressed her face gently. It was the strong hand of a warrior and it felt
soothingly wintry against her fevered face. As his fingertips traced her lips, her terror began to
dissolve.
What was happening to her?
The bliss sweeping through her limbs untethered her body. Raising her hand, Vanora caught
the vampire by the wrist. Beneath her unsteady grip, she could feel his incredible strength. His
long body settled over her like a cloak, trapping her beneath him. His face was so close to hers,
his lips brushed lightly over her chin and mouth as he spoke.
“We belong together, Vanora.”“No,” she protested, finding her voice. It sounded shrill.
He slid a hand through her hair affectionately. “I love your hair. It’s so long and white. Like
mine.”
“Please, let me be,” Vanora gasped. She couldn’t abide the sensations his touch created within
her. It was a betrayal of all she held to be true.
“Don’t be afraid, Vanora. My little white witch. My love.”
The vampire’s mouth captured hers in an ardent kiss.
A dark essence flowed out of the depth of her soul, filling her with desire. It screamed with
triumph, free at last. Vanora felt the great wings of her power reach out to embrace the vampire.
Everything within her cried out for him. She was complete in his arms. Whole at last. Not lost,
but found.
Vanora lost herself in his kiss. His lips and tongue were so cold against the warmth of her
mouth. The sharp tips of his canine teeth raked her tongue, but she didn’t care. He was hers and
she was his. Tangling one hand in his hair, she wrapped her legs around him, relishing his weight
between her thighs. Dragging her other hand down his back, she felt the muscles beneath his
smooth white skin.
“You feel it,” the vampire whispered against her mouth.
“Yes,” Vanora panted.
Trapped within the web of their joined power, she invited the seductive touch of the vampire.
His hand gripped her thigh, pulling her hard against the erection straining beneath the leather of
his trousers. It was then that she felt something hard against her shoulder blade. It was cool
metal. Distracted by the sensation, she tilted her face from the vampire. His mouth descended to
her throat, lightly biting her, but not drawing blood. Through the haze of desire, she realized the
bit of metal was her cross.
The wicked carnality she had felt at his kiss began to fade as Vanora concentrated on the
discomfort of the cross pressing into her skin. It warmed, pulsating beneath her. Mentally
shoving away the sinister force enveloping her emotions, she struggled to regain her sense of
self. The cross became unbearably hot, slashing through the vampire’s seduction.
Vanora’s mind came sharply into focus as her body numbed to the vampire’s ardor. Their
mingled auras no longer felt like salvation, but slavery. Her heart and soul cried out for
Armando, and she felt sullied by the touch of the vampire.
“Wait,” she whispered, pressing him away.
The growl that emanated from the vampire was terrifying. His hands tightened possessively
on her body.
“Help me,” she said, thinking rapidly. She took hold of the top of her pajamas.
The vampire chuckled, gripped the fabric and yanked the tank top over her head. As it came
free, Vanora caught hold of the chain of her necklace, yanked the cross forward, grasped it in one
hand, and shoved the silver pendant against his skin.
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In Darkness We Must Abide
By
Rhiannon Frater
(Excepted from Episode 1)
With his presence still sizzling on her skin and his hazel eyes still haunting her thoughts,
Vanora pondered the words that Armando had spoken in his silky Spanish accent.
You must go home, he had said.
Hugging herself, she gazed into the darkness surrounding her, wondering if Armando still
lingered in the shadows observing her. That he had sought her out both thrilled and terrified her.
When she had first seen him standing on the lighted path of her apartment complex, the mere
sight of his enigmatic smile had set her heart aflutter. But now that he had slipped back into the
darkness, her heart beat with fear.
Could she go back to Houston and face all she had run from? Could she forget the evils she
had beheld on her eighteenth birthday? Could she just abandon the life she had meticulously
created for herself over the last two years and return to the mansion that was haunted by death
and pain?
You must go home.
Armando’s words echoed in her mind.
Vanora lifted a hand to brush away her white-blond hair and turned to face the dark waters of
the swimming pool that glimmered in the moonlight.
To go home meant she would at last cast aside her trepidation and face the monsters of her
nightmares. Was she strong enough to do so? Was she strong enough to go home and save
the ones she loved?
With a surrendering sigh, she admitted to herself that it was time to return to her childhood
home. It was difficult to concede, but her reluctance to return was partially because she feared
allowing Armando into her life once more. Though the creatures that dwelled in the darkness
were terrifying, it was Armando who surely frightened her.
Only he could truly steal away her heart and soul…
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