Out today! Tony-Paul de Vissage’s The Nightman’s Odyssey is available now in paperback and ebook at all online retailers. It’s perfect for fans of Anne Rice, Diana Gabaldon, and Laurell K. Hamilton.
A plague is killing nobleman Damien LaCroix’s people. As he confronts his own mortality, he receives a dire message from his betrothed. The sickness has overtaken her family, and she fears it will take her next. The thought of losing her is unbearable. He seeks out a vampire to turn him so that he can save Antoinette. But Damien quickly finds that eternity as a member of the Undead might be the harder path.
Vampire Romance Books had this to say about de Vissage’s novel: “There is a little something for everyone in this book. Any fan of classic vampire novels will love this book, and if you are a fan of romance, you will find that here too . . . [I]t only cemented me as fan of Tony de Vissage.”
There’s plenty of adventure in this dark tale. Damien is introduced to Vlad the Impaler and turns mercenary for time. Later, he gets wrapped up in the French Revolution. Damien sees history as it is made and takes part in the making. The twists and turns in his story will keep you reading far into the night.
“This book has a very dark tone, but the ending surprised me. Well worth the read for vampire fiction, and highly recommended, although not for the faint of heart. This is an author you shouldn’t pass by.” —Uncaged Books review
Here’s an excerpt:
She always met him at the gates where they talked but never touched. This time, she stopped a good ten yards away, hands clasped to her bosom.
“Go away, Damién. The mayor has ordered our gates locked to all but the physician.”
“The mayor? Antoinette, the mayor died weeks ago. How can a dead man give orders?”
“The Council then . . . someone . . . I don’t know. You see the guards.” Her voice rose in a desperate shrill as she waved a hand at the armed soldiers standing to each side of the gate. She was shouting to make herself heard across the distance.
At that moment, the wind—that death-carrying air—swirled around her, then dipped, ruffling the edges of her wimple, fluttering the half-sleeves draped around her elbows. There was a sudden brilliant flash, sun reflecting off the band of her betrothal ring. Damién had chosen it himself, presenting it to Antoinette only three weeks before.
“I’m not leaving, Antoinette.” With his fist, he beat the gate’s stone pylon. “I came here to see you and I will, if I have to climb these walls.”
At that, one of the guards raised his lance, and Antoinette gave a short, quick cry. “Please, my love. Don’t endanger yourself any more than you already have.”
“My Lady?” Marie—Antoinette’s old nurse, now her chaperon—stood a few feet away, giving her a modicum of privacy, if being in the open yelling into the wind could be considered private. She plucked at the blue wool sleeve. “We must go. Your father will miss you.”
“Don’t,” Damién begged. He leaned against the gate, wrapping a hand around one of the upright iron shafts. It felt hard and cold to his skin, grains of rust from years of rain and weather, flaked onto his palm. “Stay and talk to me. If this is the only way I may see you . . .”
Marie continued tugging Antoinette’s arm, turning her inexorably away. She allowed the old woman to lead her down the footpath toward the château. After walking a few feet, she broke away and turned back. Pressing her fingers to her lips, she hurled a kiss into the air, then whirled and began to run, leaving the old woman shuffling after her.
Damién was certain he felt the kiss strike his cheek. Please God the wind brings none of the pestilence with it.
He watched until Antoinette reached the château’s looming bulk and disappeared inside. Continuing to lean his forehead against the roughness of the iron pickets, he pressed against the cold metal, letting it abrade his skin until the sun slid behind the trees and shadows lengthened.
At last, one of the guards spoke. “My lord, you should go.”
Only then did he turn away, walking back to where he’d tied his horse to the low-hanging branch of a yew tree.Yew, symbol of darkness and death. He shivered, hoping it wasn’t one more sign.
The Nightman’s Odyssey, chapter 1
Damien LaCroix’s story is just one of the many supernatural romance novels penned by Tony-Paul de Vissage. He’s written dozens of titles, having fallen in love with all things vampiric when he was young. Also a voracious reader, de Vissage’s personal library has survived their owner’s more than 3,000 miles in moves across the US.
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