Название: Twilight Fulfilled
Автор: Maggie Shayne
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472005731
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Praise for the novels of
MAGGIE SHAYNE
“Shayne crafts a convincing world, tweaking vampire
legends just enough to draw fresh blood.”
—Publishers Weekly on Demon’s Kiss
“Maggie Shayne demonstrates an absolutely superb
touch, blending fantasy and romance into an
outstanding reading experience.”
—RT Book Reviews on Embrace the Twilight
“Maggie Shayne is better than chocolate.
She satisfies every wicked craving.”
—New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Forster
“Maggie Shayne delivers sheer delight, and fans new
and old of her vampire series can rejoice.”
—RT Book Reviews on Twilight Hunger
“Maggie Shayne delivers romance with sweeping
intensity and bewitching passion.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz
Also by Maggie Shayne
Children of Twilight
TWILIGHT PROPHECY
Wings in the Night
VACATION WITH A VAMPIRE…AND OTHER
IMMORTALS:
‘Vampires in Paradise’
PRINCE OF TWILIGHT
BLUE TWILIGHT
‘Before Blue Twilight’
EDGE OF TWILIGHT
‘Run From Twilight’
EMBRACE THE TWILIGHT
TWILIGHT HUNGER
‘Twilight Vows’
BORN IN TWILIGHT
BEYOND TWILIGHT
TWILIGHT ILLUSIONS
TWILIGHT MEMORIES
TWILIGHT PHANTASIES
BLOODLINE
ANGEL’S PAIN
LOVER’S BITE
DEMON’S KISS
DARKER THAN MIDNIGHT
COLDER THAN ICE
THICKER THAN WATER
Secrets of Shadow Falls
KISS ME, KILL ME
KILL ME AGAIN
KILLING ME SOFTLY
Twilight
Fulfilled
Maggie
Shayne
To my editor, Leslie Wainger,
who has been with this series from its birth. With this
book, WINGS IN THE NIGHT is eighteen years old,
and twenty novels, novellas and an online read long, but
it never would have survived toddlerhood, nor grown into
the body of work that it has become, without the steadfast
support, wise guidance, and true love of its co-mommy.
Thank you will never suffice, but I’ll say it anyway.
Thank you, Leslie, with all my heart.
—Maggie
Well, I suppose I am forced to admit, the above
gooeyness goes for me, too, though my version will be
far more dignified and less … drippy. Still, it is undeniably
true that Leslie Wainger’s guidance had been invaluable.
Except, of course, for those rare occasions when she cut
or shortened my scenes. Still, no one is perfect. And she
really is a wise and wonderful woman. For a mortal. So,
thank you from me, as well, dear Leslie. You are one of
those rare humans that I can honestly call “friend.”
—Rhiannon
1
Coastal Maine
It was the blackest, rainiest night the forgotten and overgrown cemetery had seen in centuries. Ancient tombstones leaned drunkenly beneath the bones of dead-looking trees, while gnarled limbs shivered in the cold. Arthritic twig-fingers scratched the tallest of the old stone monuments like old, yellow fingernails on slate. And the surviving vampires huddled together around an open, muddy grave.
Brigit Poe, part vampire, part human, and one of the only two of her kind, was dressed for battle, not for a funeral. It was only coincidence that she wore entirely black. That breathable second-skin fabric favored by runners covered her body from ankles to waist like a surgical glove. Over the leggings, she wore tall black boots, with buckles all the way up to her knees. The chunky four-inch heels provided extra height, an advantage in battle. And the weight of them would add more potency to a kick. Her black slicker looked as if she’d lifted it straight from the back of a cowboy actor in an old spaghetti western. It was long and heavy, with a caped back, but it did more than keep the rain away. Its dense fabric would help deflect a blade.
She could have wished for a hood. She could have wished for a lot of things, topmost among them: for the task she faced to fall to anyone other than her. But that wasn’t going to happen.
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