The Varacolaci Annals is a unique blend of history and fiction, vampires, pirates, and magic.
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Strange tales of extraordinary women
Safely aboard the frigate Elypsium, under sail for the Colonies, Claire and Victoria have escaped King Henry’s guillotine for the brutal murder of his third cousin, Catherine de Chatillon, and the burning of St. Marque. They have escaped the Holy Roman Inquisitor in Calais, who had levied a bounty of gold on their heads, sought to burn them at the stake, and realized too late, his illusive witches were Vampyre. All Claire and Victoria want is to live in peace, forget the charred bodies in St. Marque, the bloodied corpse of Catherine de Chatillon, yet, there is an unseen force, an absolute power that has begun to reweave the webbing of their fate, create a labyrinth of evil which will lead one of them to an eternal grave!
Each Noble's estate had given birth to its share of myths, which depicted their deepest confines as lairs for ghosts, goblins, or demons. No one really believed the stories were anything more than contrived rumors, concocted by the Nobles to keep their servants frightened and servile.
The girl sitting on Madame de Chatillon’s bed knew now that the rumors regarding the woman’s depravity were not mere fabrications. She could see it in her Mistresses’ eyes, cold and empty as unused graves.
“Well, what shall it be, ma chéri?” Catherine asked, in an amused tone.
“Either way, I win. I shall have you or your lover, it does not matter which; both forms of pleasure entertain me."
The servant girl was about to answer when a bestial, resonant voice, fractured the interim silence.
“Perhaps, there is a third choice for the young lady,” I growled from directly behind Madame de Chatillon.