“It is not my place to have an opinion on the matter, sir.”
A chuckle that was like the scrape of metal over stone. “Where has the disobedient Vlad Dracula gone? Replaced instead with a mannerly boy of temperance, eh?”
“Sir.” The real Vlad, the disobedient dragon’s son, was alive and well. But he’d grown patient in his captivity, at the urging of his friend. He’d learn to rake dirt over his furious coals and let them smolder; he trained, and he learned, and he dedicated himself to knowing all that he could about his captors.
And he waited.
Murat studied him, head canted to the side. “It’s a shame,” he drawled, “that you and my son could never be friends. He could have learned from you – you have something which, despite all his wonderful qualities, he lacks.”
“Sir?”
That almost-smile again. “My Mehmet is made of fire. But you. You are made of steel.”
Behind his back, Vlad’s hands curled into fists.
Just in the 4th book now. Awesome book. I love me some Vlad!!
ReplyDeleteAre you going to continue with my favorite series? I’ve been waiting forever! It’s the best series I’ve ever read. Please please write the next book. And let us know an eta if you are.
ReplyDeleteI love this book!! And also fervently waiting the next book in the series
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