| Night's Gift Contributor(s): Jamieson, Bethany (Editor), Cushnie-Mansour, Mary M. (Author) |
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ISBN: 172922668X ISBN-13: 9781729226681 Publisher: Independently Published OUR PRICE: $11.40 Product Type: Paperback Published: January 2019 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction |
| Physical Information: 0.63" H x 6" W x 9" (0.89 lbs) 302 pages |
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| Publisher Description: After Virginia's heart is torn apart, she moves to a small city and tries to build a new life. One night, she decides to investigate a mysterious old mansion that she passes each day. Petrified by what she witnesses as she peers through a window, Virginia attempts to flee...Awakening inside the mansion, Virginia comes face to face with its secrets -- Teresa, a mysterious beauty; Max, a seemingly sinister old man; and HIM, the Count Basarab Musat, a Transylvanian vampire who manipulates and controls everything, and everyone, who crosses his path. When Virginia realizes she is the count's prisoner, she is forced into playing a dangerous game -- her very survival depends on the outcome. Virginia prays every day to be free from the evil world she has stumbled upon -- where the undead are so alive "Night's Gift" is the beginning of Virginia's story...IntroductionI am relating this story to you through my eyes ... for it is only my eyes that are capable of seeing into hearts that did not exist; my eyes that can weep for that which was lost; my eyes that are capable of showing any emotion beyond nothingness. It is only my pen that would dare to tell such a story -- for those I resided with for a time would not want such secrets to be known.This is a story that must be told. It is a story that, as you read it, you might believe was written as a Hollywood movie script. It is a story that you'd never dream you would actually ever live. It is my story -- a part of my life that can never be erased from my memory --- which will live on for eternity. For eternity itself has sealed it within its pages.Despite all that he could not do for me, I shall be forever grateful to Max for the scraps of paper he provided me with during my sojourn at the house. I have gathered together the scattering of scribbles I was able to write, and I have managed to decipher the majority of my words. However, many of my pages were written beneath a torrent of tears, smearing a great many of the letters into unintelligible scratching. As a result, some of my story has been recreated, a little at a time, from whatever memories I have managed not to suffocate.I believe it is all here -- the love, the hate, the lies, the deceptions, the pain, and the sorrow. There was no hearty laughter where I have just come from, for there were none truly alive save I. And even though there were moments when I laughed with 'him' as we talked and bantered issues past and present, his laughter was never truly authentic. Mine was, but at this moment I cannot bring genuine laughter to surface after what happened to me inside that house.Are you one who loves to take a risk? Are you willing to turn the pages and discover the truths about my life? Then read on. I will share my moments with you in the hope that I might save at least one person from becoming immersed in such evil as I was. Before becoming overly curious about what appears to be an abandoned building, you might think twice. Before you risk a look beyond 'any' window sill, read my story -- Virginia |