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 Morgan Sylvia, Her Royal Spookiness

Niwi the Dungeon Master

In addition, I would like to dedicate this to the memory of D.G.K. "Kelly" Goldberg. We miss you.

"The Darkness hunts us and the Light does not want us. Better to step willingly into the fires than
to live undead. Better to die with honor than to take a life in the rites. Let each mon go to his own
path, but these are ours. And these will always be ours, for this is what we were born to. This is
the path the gods have given us, for we are the Dark Brothers of the Light. We are the walking
dead who live, for our lives were forfeit with our birth. Forfeit twice over for our choice to live as
myn, not monsters, though we are forced to dwell among the monsters. Set yourself apart in your
words, in your deeds, in your silence-always in your silence, for silence is your castle. Be as still as
the deer in the forest, and if you are fortunate the predators will not notice you. For when they
notice you, they will eat you."

-Creed of the Dark Brothers

Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker
to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa'necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was
destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.

-St. Tarmus of Lorendon

CHAPTER One

plots and betrayals

The pool chamber glittered in reflected light from the skylights to the mirror tiles covering the walls to the
intricate floor mosaic of inhuman dancers, rainbow hues against pure white. A hot artesian spring fed the
pool, making it comfortable year round. Zyne sat beside it, her legs curled beneath her. Her eyes traced
the pale, intricate tiling.

"Where is Anksha?"

Hoon studied her from the couch opposite the pool, dabbing blood from his lips with a handkerchief. A
small, nude body lay on the floor at his feet, crumpled in the final stillness. The little nibari had been
delicious. Timon would be unhappy to learn that he had killed another one. Timon had a strange set of
ethics for a vampire. "With Timon."

"And where is Timon?" Zyne probed, rising and walking to the edge of the pool. She squatted with her
wings fanned out behind her and stirred the water with her foot.

Hoon frowned, returning the handkerchief to his sleeve. "On one of my estates."

"Which one?" Zyne eyed him coldly. "I want to know as I may want to go there."

"You do not need to go there. Our concerns are in Minnoras."

--Anksha is a threat, Zyne. When she sees how much power and beauty you have she will be