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Maximillian Lucente is the teenage leader of the Consortium, the only surviving connection of the human race to the Races of the Myths, the denizens of Otherworld hidden from the eyes of Ourworlders. On his seventeenth birthday, on the day of his Assumption, he finds his sister kidnapped, his vampire tutor gone and presumed dead, and his world and his leadership crumbling around him. Rumors of war and dissension abound, sealed by the Faerie Queen’s open aggression.

“Fils de pute,” Elisheva muttered while brushing away the tobacco ashes that got wedged between the strands of her dark brown hair. “You know I don’t even let Maximillian smoke inside the manor.” She said in disgust while inching away from the man with whom she shared the hotel bed. “There’s a difference. You hate your brother, you love me,” Jobim replied while blowing smoke rings. One glistened at the pale beams of sunlight streaming through the windows, its delicate but capricious shape assum