Vampire Iniquity (Book 1 Tugurlan Chronicles)

 You could hear a pin drop in the dojo as I listened intently while Shen, addressed the class. The students sat in neatly defined rows while giving him their utmost attention. I smiled as I recalled the first time we met, ten years earlier.It was early evening. I was seventeen and feeling my need for independence. I’d just had an argument with my parents about this very fact. I was in my final days of high school and my parents wanted me to focus on college -while I wanted time to discover who I was and what I truly wanted in life. I felt restless. It was time to strike out on my own -at least for the summer- and discover new people, places, and things while my parents thought I should be focusing on selecting a college and a career goal.The fact of the matter was that I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I’d worked part-time over the years at the local gym to pay for my lessons in martial arts after my father became disabled and the

 Jessica eased her slender body from the driver’s side of her silver BMW convertible. Her pale skin was in stark contrast to the thick ebony waves cascading over her shoulders. She struggled to balance the bulging bags of groceries in her arms as she carefully picked her way up the stairs and then down the hall of our apartment building. I’d repeatedly asked her why she insisted on loading her arms instead of making multiple trips. She couldn’t really explain her reasoning. It wasn’t as if she was a lazy woman. It was more the way she was raised. Her mother was a stickler about doing things in the quickest time possible. One trip was obviously faster than two.I heard her struggling with the key and briskly pulled the door opened before disappearing and leaving her to enter and shut it with her foot. She didn’t take offense. She knew this was the time of day I dedicated to training in my makeshift in-home gym.Bags toppled over as she

 It was late in the night when the train pulled into the Poughkeepsie station. The train would go no further. This was the end of the line. I admired how the old and well used building managed to retain its turn of the century ambience.Shen and I had spent the past one and one-half hours huddled in thought amongst the mass of commuters who were now getting off the train and heading toward their cars with brief cases in hand.The multicolored leaves fell gently in the cool evening breeze as we stepped off the train. I pulled the hood of my jacket up while Shen adjusted the wool cap on his head as we scurried to a row of cabs. We were anxious to secure one before they were all scooped up by passengers who were eager to reach their destination. It was early evening and we didn’t know the city well. Walking to our destination wasn’t something either of us wanted to do.The cab driver looked hungry and haggard as he asked us where we wanted to go. S

The red eye passenger count was light so our flight to Las Vegas was fairly comfortable. I took advantage of the extra space and stretched my long legs into the seat next to me. Taking advantage of some downtime in a safe environment, I slept through most of the five hours that we were in flight.Shen sat in the row behind me and took light catnaps throughout the journey. He was too focused on finding Dao-Ming to relax enough to reach the level of deep sleep I’d settled into. Even so, the ability to relax his body and not have to look over his shoulder was a welcomed thing. His thoughts wandered back to his childhood when he and Dao-Ming would talk about their life plans and how they’d intertwine them together. He jerked back to the present when the lights of Las Vegas twinkled in the distance, sitting up straight as I watched them grow larger and larger. When the pilot asked that everyone fasten our seat belts he gently shook my shoulder and urged me awake.

Stevenson was immediately aware of us when we entered the casino. He locked eyes with Mia from across the room as he hinted at a nod of recognition. She was one of his best workers and, although she’ d been given instructions to collect no cash from us, he hoped she’d return with information that would prove useful to him.As Shen pushed his way through the crowd, Stevenson stepped away from his companions to make sure there was a clear path for him to approach.“Mr. Stevenson?” he said.Stevenson stood about four inches taller than Shen. They sized each other up while he accepted Shen’s offer of a handshake.“How can I help you?” Stevenson asked.He drawled the words lazily with a dulled Jamaican accent. He was fully aware of Shen’s reason for approaching him but decided not to let on that he did. He enjoyed the game of deception and his eyes showed it.“You work for Wadim, correct?&rdqu