Even Vampires Get the Blues (The Dark Ones, Book 4)
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 045121823X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Paen Scott is a Dark One: a vampire without a soul. And his mother is about to lose hers too if Paen can’t repay a debt to a demon by finding a relic known as the Jilin God in five days.
Half-elf Samantha Cosse may have gotten kicked out of the Order of Diviners, but she’s still good at finding things, which is why she just opened her own private investigation agency.
Paen is one of Sam’s first clients and the only one to set her elf senses tingling, which makes it pretty much impossible to keep their relationship on a professional level. Sam is convinced that she is Paen’s Beloved—the woman who can give him back his soul...whether he wants it or not.
sight. “Damn it, just when I needed— ouch! Who on earth would want to buy a guillotine?—just when I needed him, he runs off.” I made my way around the blocky guillotine, rubbing my arm where I had hit it on a pointy bit of wood, past an eight-foot-tall reproduction of the Sphinx, and into the aisle that would take me to the front of the store. The small man I had seen earlier standing in the doorway was at the desk bearing an antique cash register. He looked startled to see me. “Good morning. I
had no idea there was anyone in the shop. Can I assist you? Are you looking for something in particular, or just browsing?” “I was just browsing while you were busy with the other customer, but I am looking for something in particular. It’s a fifteenth-century manuscript named the Simia Gestor Coda. It was stolen from a nearby collector. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of it?” “Stolen! Oh no, we do not deal in stolen goods,” the man said, his soft voice filled with outrage. “No, no, I didn’t mean
bring a torch.” “Demon? What demon?” I hurried over to where he stood, the car’s rear lights our only illumination. “The one that I almost hit when it jumped out in front of me. At least I assume it was a demon—it rose up from the ground, and there are few beings but demons which will do that.” He frowned at me. “Do you have much experience with them?” “Demons? No, not a lot,” I answered, thinking about the one who had given me the bird statue. “All I really know about them is that they’re bad
of her accent deepened. “There’s just somethin’ wrong with you, you know that?” “Yes, I’m aware of it,” he answered, still amused despite the irritating aspect of the interruption. “I’m more or less damned by an ancient curse. My parents hadn’t completed the seven steps to Joining when I was born, so unlike my younger brothers, I have no soul.” “But . . . your brother said that only a woman can save you. He said that you need a woman to become whole again.” “Clearly it’s time for me to have yet
necessary details.” “Erm . . . no, that won’t be necessary,” he said, sounding disappointed. I shook my head at Clare. “I will be returning to Edinburgh at the end of the week, so we can meet then.” “I would be happy to get started on your project if you can give me the details over the phone,” I said in my most professional voice, opening a text document. “Why don’t you give me the specifics of the item that was stolen, and later you can fax me any insurance documents you have, as well as the