The Impaler Legacy Omnibus
by Ioana Visan
In a world crawling with vampires, Romania is the safest place left on earth. Thanks to the Little Council, there hasn't been a vampire on Romanian ground in over five centuries, until one day when Liana Cantacuzino is ordered to bring one in, covertly.
Enter Maximilien Hess, a thousand-year-old vampire determined to ruin the existing order of things. When all is revealed, Hess's secret changes everything, and a reluctant alliance is formed because the alternative is much worse.
The Impaler Legacy Omnibus, a vampire saga like no other, includes:
The Impaler's Revenge (novella)
Sweet Surrender (short story)
A Victory that Counts (novella)
Casualties of War (short story)
Order Restored (novella)
The Third Wheel (short story)
He squinted against the last rays sent by the setting sun, but even his eyes smiled. It earned him another kiss. It was when I pulled back and glanced over his shoulder that I narrowed my eyes, tensing in his arms.
“Uh-oh, what now?” Jesse asked.
“I could swear I saw Max over there,” I said.
“Where?” Jesse turned, but Max was gone. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. What is he doing here?”
“Buying flowers maybe? He’s the most polite person I know.”
“Yes, but flowers?” I stared at Jesse. “That means he buys them for someone. A woman.”
“It doesn’t make him less human when it comes to women.”
“I don’t know…” I shook my head, making a disgusted grimace. “I just can’t picture him in that context.”
“You better not, ‘cause then we’d have a problem.” Jesse snorted. He knew damn well he had nothing to worry about, especially where Max was concerned. “Let the man have some fun. He’s worked hard enough in New Zealand. If he has a date, I say good for him. It was just about time.”
“You Little Council members are full of prejudices.”
“But… he’s dead!”
“If he can score a girl, then he’s obviously not.”
“This I’ve got to see.” I slipped out of his arms and advanced between the flower stalls.
“What?” Jesse rushed after me. “You’re not stalking him. He might not even be here.”
“He’s here. Look,” I whispered and pointed ahead.
Farther in the distance, Max’s tall frame was easily visible in the crowd, thanks to his blue-gray European suit. He walked slowly, heading for a street that left the market square.
“What is he looking at?” I murmured, starting after him.
“Oh, God, we are stalking him.” Jesse groaned but stayed in line with me. “Do I need to tell you in how many ways this is a bad idea?” he whispered.
“He can’t hear you from that distance.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well…” I wasn’t, but there were enough people and activity in the street for us not to stand out. And Max looked intent on what he was doing, ignoring everything else. At least I hoped he did.
“Miss Cantacuzino, Mr. Carver, what’s going on?” A pandur approached us, concerned by our whispered exchange.
“We’re stalking Hess,” Jesse said, and I glared at him.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew you couldn’t do that, not to Max, unless he let you. He hadn’t survived a thousand years being this careless.
“I wasn’t aware we could to that.” The pandur echoed my thoughts, then his face became alive. “Can we help?
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About the Author
Award-winning writer Ioana Visan has always dreamed about reaching the stars, but since she can't, she writes about it.
After fighting the apocalypse aftermath in "Human Instincts", she played with shapeshifters in "Blue Moon Café Series: Where Shifters Meet for Drinks", and then she dealt with vampires in "The Impaler Legacy" series, before tackling longer works like a fantasy trilogy and a science fiction series.
Aside from publishing short stories in various Romanian magazines and anthologies, she published a short story collection "Efectul de nautil" and the Romanian edition of "Human Instincts".
She was awarded the Encouragement Award by The European Science Fiction Society at Eurocon 2013.