Pilgrimage of the Sacred and the Profane (Vampire Hunter D Novels, Book 6)
Hideyuki Kikuchi
Language: English
Pages: 137
ISBN: B008783T00
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Granny Viper is a "people finder," a searcher for lost souls along the roads of a forbidding wasteland. Her latest mission: the safe return of a young woman named Tae, kidnapped eight years ago by vampire Nobility and held in Castle Gradinia on the Frontier's far border. But rescuing Tae is only half the battle - Viper knows she and the girl can't cross the formidable expanse to the town of Barnabas alone. After making the fatal mistake of hiring the mercenary Bullow Brothers to help her, Granny turns to the legendary Vampire Hunter D for salvation. As they traverse the bleak desert between the Inner and Outer Frontier, the two women and D find themselves in a race for their lives. And they soon discover how cruel the desert is - and how very ruthless the Bullow Brothers are . . .
halted. Slowly turning, he headed back the way he’d just come. You are a fool, the voice scoffed, the hostility naked in its tone. Reconsider what you’re doing. A battle between us is in neither of our best interests. Naturally, there was no reply. Standing in the spot where Granny had disappeared, D raised his left hand. An intense turbulence spread from somewhere unseen. Stop it, the voice said. At the very same time, both heaven and earth howled. The snarling winds turned hard as steel
tears. “Damn straight I am, hag! See, sodbuster?” Clay said, glaring around at the others with loathing before puffing his powerful chest out in Tae’s direction. “How’s that? Pretty great, wasn’t it? Unlike a certain Hunter, I got more than just looks going for me. Yeah, I reckon anybody with an eye for men could tell in a flash who’s the best around here. How about it, missy? Forget about going back home—oh, that’s right! As long as the sodbuster’s alive, I ain’t supposed to woo you. Well,
. . . I dropped the glow bugs. Then after a while, I couldn’t hear him behind us anymore . . .” “Damnation!” Granny growled, grinding her teeth together. The edge of the forest was following less than twenty yards behind them. “That bastard Clay. Do you suppose he’s dead?” Granny shouted to D. “I don’t know.” “He’s dead. I’m sure of it.” “No,” D said with a look over his shoulder. Following his lead, Granny stopped breathing. Perhaps she caught the faintest of sounds. A black spot
their face value on the Frontier,” she said in disbelief. “There’s no way I’d be carrying that sort of money.” “Good enough. For something else then,” Toto said, his smile strangely affable. “What that pretty little hand of yours has been safeguarding the last few minutes.” Startled, Wu-Lin twisted her body to put her waist out of Toto’s view, but at the same time two more pairs of eyes concentrated on her from another direction. They were focused on her pouch. “You’re looking awfully pale
want to lie down deep in the earth. To those who were leaving town, the songs seemed to bid them adieu. Who knows how many listeners likened the melody the bugs continued to play to a funeral dirge. The sound continued just a little while longer, and soon, outside the room’s tiny window, the light pink petals began to rain down. Yet even then, the figure lying on the bed did nothing, as if melodies of parting and funeral laments held no relevance for him. . III . The next day, the world