http://slow.writerscafe.org/nevikroc The original writings of author Kevin Corr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775452121 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 EPILOGUE             I suppose,at this point, I must admit to being a bit of an unreliable narrator.  I’m still here to tell the story, aren’tI?  All that delicious blood flowing… “Theblood is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787411/ CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE: Closure             “Destroyhim!” Vorenus thundered, gesturing madly at Draconus.  “Kill them ALL!!”  Ilaughed derisively, each chuckle a fresh bit of agony, but it was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787409/ CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR: Kiss of Death             I stompedover to Aussie D, thinking that I would give her a huge hug, even in theepicenter of the ongoing chaos… but she just smiled ruefully at me while takinga step .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787408/ CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: The Ninth Circle             “VORENUS!!!”Bellissima screamed, her damaged shoes slipping off as she charged headlonginto the room, brandishing her blade. She came to an abrupt halt, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787407/ CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Infernal Machine             “Hmm…‘AbandonAll Hope, Ye Who Enter Here,’” I read aloud, staring up at the huge, engravedsign above the entrance.  “Sounds likethe p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787405/ CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: City of Sin             “We’re notdoomed, Nevik,” Siren said, her voice calm and highly amused, trending towardsdownright excited.  “At least… not justyet.  Have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787404/ CHAPTER TWENTY: Revelations             ‘V’… Vo-something… Vorenus.  Of course it was him, why couldn’t I haveremembered it sooner!?  That name,spoken aloud by Katya, was like a fing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787403/ CHAPTER NINETEEN: For Whom theBelli Tolls             The demon-formretreated, chased off by the blood-loss incurred by Sagaan’s godforsakenmonkey.  I sagged heavily against Spike,and Makenna let go of my once.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787401/ CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Judgment             December, 1777… Anancient castle in the Balkans… one that used to belong to Lord Darius Leone…          &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787400/ CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: The ShadowCouncil             I thought the samething that everyone else was likely thinking at that moment �" if Katya was, perAussie D’s estimation, the ‘nicest’ member of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787399/ CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Inquisition             ‘Nevik… my darling… come back to us… come back to me…’“Nevik?”          &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787391/ CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Assassin             I awoke �" again �"however many hours later, with the remnants of a dream still flashing throughmy confounded mind.  It is said thatvampires have the most .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787389/ CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Daybreak             I awoke, however manyhours later, with a gorgeous naked woman next to me, and a thoroughlyunpleasant feeling of warmth on my leg.        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787387/ CHAPTER THIRTEEN:The Motherland             “Privyet!  Welcome to Saint Petersburg,” Makenna said, in her usualpleasingly feminine voice, with just a hint of a Russian accent.  “I got your message, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787385/ CHAPTER TWELVE: AYear in the Unlife             Nearly three-hundred years before, and acontinent or two away… the Balkan Mountains, December, 1777… Darius trembled with barely-restrained anger, vexed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787384/ CHAPTER ELEVEN:Mystic Rhythms             We huddledaround Adrianos’s cadaver-like body, like desperate mourners preparing for aséance.  Aussie Donna, her fae wings nolonger on display, was in the center --.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787383/ CHAPTER TEN:Ayer’s Rock             “C’mon,then, you drongos,” Aussie Donna called out, her Aussie dialect scrumptiouslythick, more so than I remembered.  “Ireckon I saved yer arses….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevikroc/787382/ CHAPTER NINE:Ambush Down Under             All five ofmy senses were assaulted as we landed upon arid soil on the other side of theportal; 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