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Home Add Document Sign In Register. Dark Legacy - Christine Feehan ang. Home Dark Legacy - Christine Feehan ang. Download PDF. Copyright © by Christine Feehan The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher. The publisher is not responsible for websites or their content that are not owned by the publisher. PIATK U S Little, Brown Book Group Carmelite House 50 Victoria Embankment London, EC4Y 0DZ www. uk www. uk Dark Legacy Table of Contents By Christine Feehan COPYRIGHT Dedication For My Readers Acknowledgments 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 AP P EN D IX 1: Carpathian Healing Chants AP P EN D IX 2: The Carpathian Language For Ian Powell, my Ink Spot, an amazing father, white Knight and inspiration to me.
FO R MY RE AD E R S Be sure to go to christinefeehan. Join my community and get firsthand news, enter the book discussions, ask your questions and chat with me. Please feel free to email me at [email protected] I would love to hear from you. AC KN O W LE D G M E N T S There are always so many people to thank, and in this case, more than usual. Chris Tong for his help in my mini-emergency. Thank you for coming through. Ruth Powell for her lullaby; love it so much! Brian Feehan and Sheila English for the endless power hours. I know I wore you both out. Cheryl Wilson for her wonderful edits.
I was under the gun and you came through for me. I appreciate you so much. Domini Walker, with me every step of the way as usual. She liked sitting outside on the wide, wraparound porch where the wind could touch her face. Sometimes, that small touch was the only relief she got from the relentless pain winding through her body every minute of the night and day. Rain had given the air a clean, fresh scent. The world looked shiny and new, every leaf on the trees a vivid green or silver. Small birds sang to one another, hopping from tree branches to gnarled limbs. They were bright red spots of color, adding to the beauty of the compound. The property was owned by Tariq Asenguard, co-owner of a string of high-end nightclubs. He had a unique piece of property, and she would have loved to live there if things had been different.
Tariq was Carpathian, an ancient race with amazing gifts, but they needed to drink blood to survive. She knew they were forced to sleep in the ground during daylight hours and only came out at night. Model thin. Tall with long legs that went on forever. Dressed in slim jeans and leather boots, she looked far too elegant, even in that attire, to be playing nanny to five children. For that one moment, Emeline felt normal, like she had a friend and they shared a joyous moment just because it was such a beautiful day. As she waved, a long tangle of blue-black hair fell around her face and she pushed it back, vaguely thinking she was going to have to cut it soon. But it fell below her waist, and she was just too exhausted to take proper care of it.
Merely lifting her arms to brush it, much less wash it, was becoming a terrible chore. She sighed and rested her chin on the heel of her hand, her eyes on the five children running. She loved watching the children. They were alive because of her deliberate sacrifice. They were alive. Traumatized, yes, but still alive and hopefully recovering very quickly. Emeline wanted to join them. I baked cookies. At night, she stayed in the house, her heart beating too hard, terrified he would come for her. She knew Vadim was coming, it was only a matter of time. Those times were becoming more and more frequent. Emeline often had prophetic dreams. She could replay them over and over, changing small details in an effort to change the outcome of what occurred. Vadim had found her in those dreams, he had found a way to trap her and capture her.
She escaped, but he was still with her in her mind now, impossible to get out. Although she rarely left her porch, they knew she had their backs. They were too young to bear any more burdens than they already did. At fifteen, he was tall and gangly, his form just beginning to show the promise of who he would become. Emeline knew he had great courage, as well as love for his siblings. And, Genevieve, I also have fresh cranberry and pistachio biscotti dipped in white chocolate. Danny raced to the porch, leaned down and brushed the top of her head with a kiss, scooped up a handful of cookies and was back at the swings before either three-year-old, Lourdes or Bella, could protest. Bella was his youngest sister. Despite his youth, Danny watched over his family with a fierce protectiveness. His hair was a little too long, because he was growing it so he could pull it back in a long ponytail like the Carpathian males often wore.
He admired Tariq and even walked like him. Danny had refused to give up on his sisters and had gone after them, down into the underbelly of the city — a huge labyrinth of tunnels and rooms, a city below the city. Emeline shivered at the memory. She tried very hard not to think about it, to close the door on the horrors of what had been down there. She first encountered Danny in a dream and then, later, in reality when his sisters had been taken. Despite knowing what would happen to her, she had aided him in ensuring the safety of the girls. She looked around the huge complex, with the buildings, gardens and lake bordering one side, the high fence surrounding the property on the other three sides, and all the amenities the acreage offered. It was still a prison. No matter how beautiful, none of them could safely leave.
Not even the children. Maybe especially the children. She needed to feel normal even if it was just for a few minutes. Sometimes, if her focus changed, she could resist the pain longer, not be afraid for just a few minutes and pretend that she would have a life like everyone else. Her hair was thick and often tousled from her continual roughhousing with her brother. She had beautiful eyes and a killer smile. Emeline adored her and the way she loved her sisters and brother. Emeline knew it was huge to get an offer to ride one of the dragons. Made of stone, the five dragons — each with a unique color — sat off to one side of the play yard.
They looked as if they were statues, just that. Nothing else. Emeline knew that each dragon had been made specifically for one of the children. For their amusement, yes, but mostly for protection. The dragons, crouched so lifelike in the massive yard, could suddenly come to life, spread wings and fly as well as breathe fire. Emeline often saw her whispering to it, or circling the long neck with her arm and nuzzling it with affection. Emeline sighed. That house loomed in the background, just beyond the play yard. Emeline always enjoyed looking at it as well. Water from the lake lapped lazily at the shore. The sun poured down into it, so that droplets disturbed by fish and birds appeared as dazzling diamonds dripping into the water, causing beautiful rings that spread across the surface.
Emeline always found peace in the sound of the water moving. Sometimes she wished she was like Blaze or Charlotte, no longer human but Carpathian, the ancient race of people capable of amazing things. With a wave of their hands they could move water, make it dance, keep that soothing sound up so she could concentrate on it rather than the pain racking her body. She caught up a cookie and leaned forward. She loved the children. They were all so amazing.
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I always have. Sergey howled as it struck his stomach, penetrating much deeper than the first. This man. It was a mistake on his part to dismiss them. He ran straight at the second vampire. It wiped out the horrors of Vadim sinking his teeth into her, making her skin crawl and burn. She knew every breath he drew was difficult.
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