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The first novel to be published by A Bit of Orange books, and a real novel too. Not the kind of quippy sarcasm and cartoon illustrations you get from a lot of our other books. This one is like if CS Lewis wrote the Twilight series. No teen angst, no sparkles, but a lot more world view philosophy and all of the vampires. It’s rated 12+ on Amazon, because, while the language is mostly family friendly, there is some dark thematic elements, some death, and far more blood than the average family friendly entertainment. Because, you know, vampires. And while we’re not going to tell anyone else this, because we’re friends I’m going to let you know, that this story is secretly an allegory for the Gospel. Like Chronicles of Narnia but without the talking animals. Learn more and read or download below:

She paused to look at Tragedy and me, again probably hoping we would tell the story for her, but again she would be disappointed.

“Tell us!” demanded Chocolat in his heavy French accent. “Why would she wan’ to die? She was immortal, like us. One of us. Why would one of us wish for death?”

“She had seen the hunter!” Geo blurted out. “Like Finch! They had seen the eyes of the hunter, the Hound of Heaven! Their sins burning them worse than the sun, and they wished for death to end the torment!”

“That is enough!” Rage bellowed. Geo shrank back as far as tragedy would let her. For the moment, she was silent, but in the moment that followed the whispers in the room erupted into shouting of anger, mockery, and fear.

“There are no hunters!” shouted Trash. “She’s a liar!”

“She’s a fool,” shouted another. “She expects us to believe legends.”

“Enough,” said Rage. Even without shouting it, he commanded the room and they obeyed.

“Three of our kind are dead,” I said to Rage. “Somehow this story starts with the first.”

Vampires have only one, all consuming desire: blood. Everything humans want- money, power, love, drugs- Vampires use these things to get the one thing they want. The only thing they need.

Lane is a member of a community of vampires in a city where they live as ghosts, kings, and the gods of hell. He is immortal, in a murder of crows who feast on death. He has lived more lifetimes than he can remember. His world is made of the immortal gods of hell and the humans they feast on. The only death they know is the kind they give to harvest blood. He and a goth girl who calls herself Tragedy sit above the world and mock it from above, untouchable.

Until the night Lane sees one of his own kind die, and suddenly there are whispers of something real from what they thought was myth.

And another one of his kind is dead, and another…

Is Lane being used by the head of the city to establish dominance in some political game, or have the hunters suddenly become the hunted? Is war coming, or something worse? And can he unravel the mystery before it’s too late, and he loses everything? As his world unravels and immortality slips from his fingers, he discovers that he might always have been a murder of one.

“Promise me something,” I said.
“What?”
“If he does come here… don’t try and protect me. If he comes here, run.”
“Lane…”
“Promise me. Please Tragedy.” I looked into her dark eyes and whispered.
“I don’t want to watch you die either.”