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January Bain
Vampires and Romance...
The Forever Series
www.januarybain.ca

Thanks to Champagne Books for the new publishing contract signed March 17, 2011 for the Forever Series. FOREVER WOMAN will be available a few months after FOREVER MAN in 2012.

I've finished editing FOREVER CLAN on May 21, 2011, the third in the Forever Series, and have begun the fourth book!

PROLOGUE ~ FOREVER WOMAN

The murmur of voices was silenced in an instant by the ancient magistrate’s unearthly cold stare as he stood with full authority, blacked-hooded and paper-white, and read from the book of punishments, his voice heralding the full power of the Condita, the Vampire Establishment.

“It is our character and our will that makes and mars our lives. Your defense that you were not aware of the edict against human feeding falters as it does not justify the excessive crime of random acts of terror against humans. Modern vampire lore is clear on this point, as it is written.”

And with a short pause for emphasis, continued his diatribe in the echoing tone of an inhuman mountain of stone. The more astute members of his audience felt an infinitesimal flicker of his savoring the silence before his final pronouncement began.

“Therefore, it is the verdict of this court that the vampyre, Katrianna Ivanski, for her crimes against the Condita, be chained for no less than twenty four hours to the punishment polus in the central courtyard of the templum. May the Confuto have mercy on your undead soul.”


CHAPTER ONE

Winter had spent all her time, like most of us on Earth, with a sense of waiting for her life to begin, and now, with the bright lights of the runway shining in through the window of the Alaskan Airline’s Boeing 737, she hoped that time was here. Adjusting her black velvet hair band with a firm hand, she sat up straighter in her seat. She was in Nome, the city of historical gold rush fame and the place where fortune and lives had been vastly reconfigured in a distant past.

With excitement demonstrated only by a keen sharpness in her eyes to anyone observing, she picked up her bag and rechecked its contents before leaning back once more on the burgundy cushioned seat that smelled vaguely of formaldehyde and stale fabric. She did not want to leave anything to chance, not with so much at stake. In the frozen tundra of Alaska her destiny awaited her—of that she was dead certain. The alternative was unthinkable and she pushed away any lingering doubts to the back recesses of her disciplined mind.

As the seat belt warning sign dimmed and beeped and the overhead lights brightened, Winter donned her white wool, Hudson’s Bay parka with the black and red embroidered band of stylized herding animals encircling its hem, matching wool scarf and gloves, picked up her sturdy carry-on bag and headed the short distance for the beckoning open door of the cabin.

What resided on the other side was the promise of a journey that sent an icy shiver streaking through her as she lined up, heart rate quickening, with the other passengers in the isle who were also waiting their turn, in quiet desperation, to debark the now stifling aircraft. The number of people flying on the commuter flight had surprised Winter. Who would have foretold that so many people would travel to Nome on a Monday morning in frigid January, days after the winter solstice. She had counted seventy-two seats on the aircraft and all but one had been filled. Nome was a more bustling metropolis than she had anticipated having researched its population numbers earlier in the month on her home computer, among other important statistics pertinent to the area.

Then it was her turn to pass through the archway into the airport. The narrow channel gave her a momentary sense of Lewis Carroll’s Alice peering through the looking glass, an eerie sense of unknown that sent a second shiver snaking lightening-like through her tense body.

favourite books

Whitethorn by Bryce Courtenay: epic of South Africa

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