This story takes place in 1893, just after Krill's.
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Dismas crouched in the heavy undergrowth and listened. A mortal would have heard only silence but, for a vampire, there was a symphony of sound. Crickets chirped. Leaves rustled. Things scuttled through the shadows. The world teamed with night life.
Night life like us, he mused, without mirth. It wasn't a joke, but a fact, as true as their impending deaths.
Dismas glanced to his right, where Noris knelt in the foliage, face creased in concentration. Though he couldn't see Asher, he could feel him, kneeling behind them, lost in the ferns, waiting.
Waiting to be ambushed and killed.
A minute passed. Then two. Their horses whinnied, pawed the ground, impatient and confused. Finally, Dismas motioned to the others. They were safe for
