J.R. Rain’s Vampire for Hire World by D.C. Young , J.R. Rain : Vampire Reflections (The Chronicles of the Immortal Council Book 6)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 251 Kb
J.R. Rain’s : It’s Christmas time and Sam finds herself reflecting on some of the adventures she has been on over the recent years.
Some are uplifting and remind her there is an abundance of goodness still left in the world, while others are sad memories of some of the horrors she has been witness to. Still, she remains grateful for the outcomes of all these things and most of all for how they have shaped her life and the lives of those around her.
As she revels in her memories, an unexpected visitor turns out to be Moon Investigations newest client and as it happens, Earnest Cumber has quite the story to tell Sam. She takes his case, thinking she may be dealing with an everyday, run of the mill theft… That is until she arrives at Silver Creek Ranch and the mystery begins to unfold.
With a little help from her friends, Sam is determined to get to the bottom of things, but when she encounters a strange psychic energy during her investigation, she can’t help but think the ‘how’ of her case just may lie in something strangely supernatural. A kind of innocent power she has never encountered before.
“Twelve, thirty-four and sixty-nine?”
He nodded. “You’re the first person I’ve ever shared that with. I’ve never even told my son.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty-one. But it’s too soon to give it to him. My father gave it to me on his deathbed.”
“I feel honored.”
We stood there just staring at it. Charlie made no move to open it, and I wasn’t going to. I scanned the room as one of his piles of junk shifted and I noticed the light particles behind Charlie began to coagulate. They took on shape, and in a moment, two very faint old men appeared behind him. I noticed the hair on Charlie’s arm stand on end, as his body registered the spiritual presence of his father and grandfather, even if his mind hadn’t. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his arms.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” he said, and reached down for the safe.
As he did so, I said, “You really don’t want to open the safe, do you, Charlie? Wouldn’t you rather pass it along to your own boy?”
“Without you, Ms. Moon, I would have nothing to pass on to my kid. A deal’s a deal, and I want to pay you your half. Besides, it’s really a silly tradition.”
“No, it’s not. It’s about family.”
“We’ve been keeping this thing going for years and it’s impractical at best, like some sort of joke from beyond the grave.”