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Felicity Heaton - Vampires Realm - Eternity, Heaton Felicity

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Eternity: The Beginning
F E Heaton
Copyright © 2007 Felicity Heaton
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 mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording or otherwise
without the prior written consent of the publisher, nor be otherwise
circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it
is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the
subsequent purchaser.
The right of Felicity Heaton to be identified as the Author of the
Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright,
Designs and Patents Act 1988.
First published July 2007
First Edition
All characters in this publication are purely fictitious and any
resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Edited by Felicity Heaton
Cover by Felicity Heaton
Eternity: The Beginning – F E Heaton
986 BC was the year that I discovered the true meaning
of immortality. It was not the afterlife that my Pharaoh
believed in but a dark gift given to those deemed worthy
by the creature murdering them.
I was worthy, though I did not know the man who killed
me and then granted me my afterlife.
I was left to discover my terrible power alone.
“Brother? Is that you?”
Hyperion pushed the rickety door closed and leaned
heavily against it, causing the old wooden beams to
strain under his weight. He sighed and swallowed. His
mouth was drier than the desert outside and no matter
what he drank, nothing quenched his thirst. It only made
him feel sick.
“It is I,” he said and wearily moved to a low stool beside
the cooking pot. He stared at the bubbling contents. The
sight of it turned his stomach.
His eyes automatically moved to his sister when she
entered. His tongue traced his lips, wetting them as best
it could, and his stomach growled with hunger. He could
hear everything, the wind outside, the rush of her blood
and her heart as it pounded hard but steady against her
chest, and the soft swish of her muslin dress. He could
smell her sweet fragrance and the slight salty tang of
sweat that laced it. He could smell her blood.
He stood sharply when she went to sit near him and
moved to the other side of the room.
He shouldn’t have come back.
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