By Freda Warrington
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But you do have the courage to do something about it, you know. " She smiled. "My mother had long hair. " "As long as it is your choice," he said. "You should sing at the musical evening, to prove to yourself that you can face your fears. " The look in his eyes lifted all the breath out of her. A wordless communication between them, mystical beyond attraction or love; and she felt that if she verged on understanding she would fall over the edge and be swallowed. "Yes," she answered. " And then there was only the rush of the rain curving through the silence...
Karl smiled. " George Neville snorted. "Not the sort with horns and a tail. " Karl moved away from him, looking through the screens into the main body of the chapel. It was stately and hushed, seeming in its simple dignity more spiritual than any cathedral. There is no unseen barrier that bars me from entering a sacred place, he thought. I could walk up the aisle and lay my hands on the altar without harm. Crucifixes do not burn me. I can walk in daylight. What kind of God would have created a being such as me?
It was not him they were seeing but an outward shape, an arrangement of lines and planes and light that for some reason struck the eye as beauty. And more than that, they were touched by a vampire glamour, the subconscious recognition of something intangibly alien; the lure that brought his prey to him, even if he chose not to take advantage. The vivacity of Madeleine and Elizabeth was pleasant, mesmerising, yet at the same time he regarded the rapt attention they paid him with cynicism. But Charlotte was different.
A Taste of Blood Wine (Blood Wine Book 01) by Freda Warrington