By Crystal Collier and J. Matthew Collier
Blood. Rage. Thirst. Isolation.
Phineas took up the hunt when his dying father, the previous hunter, swore him to it. He has devoted twenty years, twenty valuable, long, determined years that he can neither recover nor rectify, to destroying the creature his ancestor accidentally sprung on the world. Now in 1792, he has tracked “it” to his hometown.
Lucas, the creature, has dwelt most his existence in self-imposed seclusion. He is damned. He accepts that. Detesting that he must drink blood, he limits himself to “humane” quantities and locks himself away from humanity as punishment; as a reminder. Believing himself incapable (or undeserving) of mortal emotion, of love, he has never hoped for anything better, until he meets Justine, Phineas’ niece. If he is capable of love, is he capable of redemption? And will the hunter, her uncle, kill him before he has the chance to discover?