He wrapped and tuck-tied a towel around his slender waist, which allowed his muscles to show through with stunning effect. Matt Lechet wandered from the shower into his bedroom unconsciously appreciative of his body, still a bit dull from the three cocktails he drank while correcting papers. Their minds whispered in distorted counterpoint to the silence, Qui facit per alium per se. The fire in the figures beside the grave seemed to die as well the darkness in them grew. Tiny flames from the candles at the edge of the grave struggled with dead night. The figures murmured in unison as they labored, Vemite, Venite, Submiritillo Lucifuse. Acrid smells from the burning ooze was imperceptibly altered by the aroma of fresh blood. A black fear crawled from the damp earth as the invocation continued. The ancient chant and responsorium drifted into the night. The figures grew in size as expectation blazed in their hearts. A sheet of white flame stabbed at the forms, then disappeared. Shadows folded over the grave like dark wings. Wisps of dark smoke wavered in the wet air above the smoldering bones. Models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only. Of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher,Īnd the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.Īny people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are The views expressed in this work are solely those Links contained in this book may have changed since publication and Without the written permission of the author except in the case ofīrief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.īecause of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or Recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system No part of this book may be used or reproduced byĪny means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying,
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