کرونیک‌های تشنگی خون - ایمان

The dark one is the cruellest of all vampires: renowned for his evil deeds and notorious for his depraved sexual appetites. When a seer foretells his demise at the hands of the virtuous Faith, he plots to avoid the fate by robbing the girl of her virtue.The beautiful and austere Ms Moon is on a mission to train Faith for her forthcoming battle with evil. Employing a regime of the most punishing discipline, she exhibits a depravity that almost matches the dark one’s perverse tastes. And the innocent, naïve Faith - scared, alone and vulnerable in a foreign city - knows she has to endure Ms Moon’s twisted tuition in order to meet the challenge of slaying the dark one.From the bookDank squalor hung on the air like the fetid breath of a gargoyle. A ring of blazing torches filled the sconces on the lair’s wall and their spluttering flames licked orange tongues against the soot encrusted masonry. A pair of ecstatic neophytes, still high from an early evening blood-rush and giggling hysterically, danced together in the black and amber light. The remainder of the clan lurked in the lair’s furthest shadows and watched the naked seer kneeling at the foot of the dark one’s throne.Her hands, small and dirty, trembled as they touched the final rune. She frowned at its position in the earth, shook her head unhappily, then dared to glance up at him. ‘Death,’ she whispered softly. ‘It’s the same message again. It doesn’t matter how many times I read them for you. The stones say you’re going to die.’The dark one seemed unperturbed by her sombre warning. He studied his fingernails thoughtfully, buffing them with an emery board before glancing up and fixing his crimson gaze on her terrified expression. ‘Tell me a better fortune,’ he said slowly. ‘Prophecies of doom bore me. I want to hear about my love life.’‘But the runes say...’‘Fuck the runes.’ A glimmer of impatience was beginning to show through his mask of equanimity. ‘Fuck the runes, the tarot cards and reading my bloody tea...