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Zusatztext Praise for Christine Feehan and her Carpathian novels “The queen of paranormal romance! The one who started it all! The erotic! gripping series that has defined an entire genre. I love everything she does.”—J. R. Ward! #1 New York Times bestselling author “After Bram Stoker! Anne Rice and Joss Whedon (who created the venerated Buffy the Vampire Slayer )! Christine Feehan is the person most credited with popularizing the neck gripper.”— Time “Feehan has a knack for bringing vampiric Carpathians to vivid! virile life in her Dark Carpathian novels.”— Publishers Weekly “Red-hot romance and great storytelling...a treat you can’t refuse...Thrill-a-minute fantasy with complex characters and a story that captivates from beginning to end.”—Fresh Fiction Informationen zum Autor Christine Feehan is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Carpathian series, the GhostWalker series, the Leopard series, the Shadow Riders series, and the Sea Haven novels, including the Drake Sisters series and the Sisters of the Heart series. Klappentext In this thrilling novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Carpathian series! Christine Feehan presents the story of one of the oldest Carpathians as he meets the woman meant to be his... Blinded and scarred in a terrible accident! Antoinetta Scarletti made music that thrilled the world with its beauty and passion. Descended from a long line of psychics! Antoinetta has learned to rely on her other senses to "see" the world around her! but nothing could have prepared her for Byron. He came to her! drawn by her music! and became her secret obsession. Others fear him! sensing that he is dangerous-a predator-but for Antoinetta he is her ultimate fantasy! her dream lover. He woos her with kisses full of erotic allure! whispering that she is his light! his salvation. Byron has waited an eternity for her! and he will let nothing stand between him and the woman born to be his lifemate... 1 Fog, thick and dense, blanketed the sky, muffling every sound. Muffling the sound of conspiracy. Of murder stalking the night. Of dark, ugly intentions hidden within the white, swirling mists and the deeper shadows. The fog was the perfect cover for the predator as he moved silently across the sky, searching for prey. He had been alone too long, far from his own kind, fighting the insidious call of power, of evil, that whispered to him every waking minute of his existence. Far below him were the humans, his prey. His enemies. He knew what they would do to one of his kind, should they discover him. He still woke choking from his slumber, trapped for those first waking moments in his past. His body would always bear the scars of torture, though it was nearly impossible to scar his kind. He was Carpathian, a species as old as time, with tremendous gifts to hold dominion over the weather, the land, even animals. He could shift shape and soar high, run with the wolves, yet without the light to his darkness, he could so easily give in to the whispers of temptation, the call for power, and turn wholly evil. He had the potential for becoming the undead, as so many of his kind had chosen to do. He traveled the world, hunting the vampire, seeking to maintain a balance of life in a world of bleak loneliness. Seeking to maintain honor when he felt he'd lost it. And then he heard the music. It was playing on a television set in one of the stores he passed late in the evening, and the music caught him as nothing else had. Ensnared him. Mesmerized him. Wrapped his soul in golden notes until he thought only of the music. He could only hear the music playing in his head. It was so powerful it even dulled the relentless hunger that was ever present in his life. He traveled to Italy, drawn by the music. And he stayed for other, much more compelling reasons. He flew across th...
