Excerpt:

"In the moment of death, the vampire feels the chill of the stake piercing its rotten heart, and the long-coveted blood spilling from its chest. It may scream, but its voice always drifts toward another century.

Soon, its mind blazes with memories of its mortal life—the true one. The fragrance of a long-lost lover drowns its senses, enveloping it in devastating longing. The forgotten touch of its mother grazes the white hairs on its brow. In its rigid feet, it feels a child’s memory of running through fallen leaves in a vanished autumn.

Then the vampire yearns for blood again, but in a different way; it aches for the sensation of blood pulsing through its veins, alive in its heart.

It becomes unavoidable: the realization that death was embraced long ago and that life has become strange, unfamiliar. A distant, impulsive desire returns—to taste once more the ancient flavor of garlic.

At this final threshold…"

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