on March 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
In a world crawling with vampires, Romania is the safest place left on earth. Thanks to the Little Council, there hasn't been a vampire on Romanian ground in over five centuries, until one day when Liana Cantacuzino is ordered to bring one in, covertly.
Enter Maximilien Hess, a thousand-year-old vampire determined to ruin the existing order of things. When all is revealed, Hess's secret changes everything, and a reluctant alliance is formed because the alternative is much worse.
The Impaler Legacy Omnibus, a vampire saga like no other, includes:
The Impaler's Revenge (novella)
Sweet Surrender (short story)
A Victory that Counts (novella)
Casualties of War (short story)
Order Restored (novella)
The Third Wheel (short story)
“Hop up.” Jesse patted the top of a desk that seemed about the height of a consultation table.
I climbed on the desk and rested my hands on both sides, holding onto the edge of the lacquered wood. I had to resist the urge to wiggle my feet in the air like a restless child. For some reason, his presence made me nervous.
Jesse moved to stand in front of me. A stethoscope had appeared around his neck, though he wasn’t wearing any gloves. “Okay. Now tell me how you are feeling, honestly.”
I shrugged. “Just tired, I guess. Everything seems to be fine.”
He reached for my hand, but I didn’t read anything into it. He was just checking my pulse. “I’m a little concerned about what the bite might have done to you,” he confessed. “Given how Max reacted to your blood…” He shook his head.
I appreciated his concern, but there was no reason for him to worry. “We have that effect on them, not the other way around. We’re immune to vampire blood. The Little Council would have documented it if there had been such occurrences.”
“Still, I want to make sure. Your pulse is a little elevated.”
Of course it was. He was touching me.
Jesse got the blood pressure monitor from the bag and undid the buttons on my cuff. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the stake strapped to my arm underneath the sleeve. I assumed he wasn’t expecting me to wear it in the privacy of my home.
“I’ve been a little paranoid lately,” I muttered, avoiding his inquisitive gaze.
“That’s understandable,” he said. After the attack. He didn’t say it out loud, but I knew he was thinking it.
“There’ve been other cases,” I said quietly. “Two right here in Bucharest, one in Timişoara and one in Cluj. The pandurs are on alert and many have been called from retirement to rejoin their ranks. We consider ourselves to be under siege.”
Unlike everywhere else in the world, we hadn’t had a vampire within our borders in five centuries, and now this new slow-transitioning breed had managed to infiltrate our security system. That was a serious reason to worry.
“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to handle it.” He placed the monitor on my arm.
“We always have,” I said with a grimace. Our legacy was heavy. Still, I had never imagined we would have to prove ourselves during my lifetime. Things had been quiet for too long. Maybe it was time for something to change.
He checked the readings on the screen and announced, “The blood pressure is fine.”
Well, I could have told him that.
“Unbutton your blouse, please. I need to listen to your heart.”
Award-winning writer Ioana Visan has always dreamed about reaching the stars, but since she can’t, she writes about it.
After fighting the apocalypse aftermath in “Human Instincts”, she played with shapeshifters in “Blue Moon Café Series: Where Shifters Meet for Drinks”, and then she dealt with vampires in “The Impaler Legacy” series, before tackling longer works like a fantasy trilogy and a science fiction series.
Aside from publishing short stories in various Romanian magazines and anthologies, she published a short story collection “Efectul de nautil” and the Romanian edition of “Human Instincts”.
She was awarded the Encouragement Award by The European Science Fiction Society at Eurocon 2013.