Father had emerged from his study as I came to the bottom of the stairs. Will Neferet's true nature be revealed before she succeeds in silencing them all? I knew she wept because she had turned her head away from the sight of the doctor wrapping the dead baby in linens. But then all I had wanted was someone to talk with—to share my growing fears and frustrations with, so I continued. Social convention dictates we spend at least six months in mourning for your mother, and we have practically fulfilled that time. If that be the case, then this will serve as a record of the onset of my paranoia and madness so as to lay the foundation to discover a cure.
His expression had suddenly appeared to soften as he gazed down at me. I think, maybe, Mother knew her death was near and that she was trying to warn me—trying to show me that I should choose a different path than that of wife and mother. But her whole life changed when her mother died, leaving her to be the Lady of Wheiler House. As I closed the door behind me, I heard him begin to weep. I moved numbly through the funeral and collapsed afterward. She reacted with shock and confusion, and then she reverted to our girlish dreams.
If I am to be cursed by my need for retribution and vengeance, then so be it. That is because you are the weaker sex, and must be protected by tradition and by those who are wiser, more worldly. The entire ride back to Wheiler House, I had spent gasping for air, as would a fish held out of the water. Arthur Simpton had transformed the evening I had so dreaded from a strange and frightening event to the most magical dinner I had ever experienced. Night blooming jasmine, moon flowers, evening primrose, and lilies opened to the moon and released a fragrance that was sweet and satisfying, and stretched on for acres and acres. No more of this hiding in your room, starving your looks away.
If I leave legible record of it, I shall be able to look back upon the events of the past several days when my mind is calmer, more rational, and I may then relive every bit of discovery and wonder, and not because I believe I could be mad! No two people, human or vampyre, will ever love, hate, suffer, or forgive in the same way. Find out what's destined in the next thrilling chapter of the House of Night series. I would join their party. The plot of the book was attention grabbing. Thank you to my friend, Robin Green Tilly, who helped me with the postscript to this novella. His expression had suddenly appeared to soften as he gazed down at me. She has stories in several anthologies, as well as editorial credits.
As I closed the door behind me, I heard him begin to weep. Until her father forbids her to see him - or any other man - and starts revealing a darkly violent side that even he can't understand. In either scenario there is one constant—it is only upon myself I can rely and upon my own wits to devise a way to save myself, providing salvation for me exists at all. That is, if she makes it through the Change. I came to understand the character Emily, who later became Neferet, much deeper in this book. If you are my friend, promise me you will not mention that you saw me after I left the dining room. The doctor did not mention the vulgarity of childbirth to me.
I feel that our Goddess has great gifts prepared for you. Thinking back I realize that was foolish. The doctor did not mention the vulgarity of childbirth to me. As Emily uneasily tries to replace her mother, she also longs for more… for love and a life of her own. Your poor father simply needs your help through this difficult time. I did look up, though, as often as I dared. Wheiler, I know it is of little consolation after losing a son and a wife, but you do have a daughter, and through her the promise of heirs.
Father dropped my hand then and walked unsteadily from the room. Whatever this new life as a fledgling and, I can only hope, a fully Changed vampyre brings me, I make one promise to myself: I will never allow anyone to gain control over me again. You deserve all the light that comes from reclaiming your power, and it is a light the world needs. First, let me begin when everything changed. When I ache and bleed from the most private parts of my body, I remember him. His was large and moist, as it always was, and he lifted mine to his lips.
I knew one thing beyond all others—Father must not sense the depth of my fear and my loathing for him. I took an automatic step away from him, which only made his expression darker. Not close, but his scent came to me—cigars and something that was almost sweet. If I am mad, I must keep my thoughts to myself for fear no one else can understand them. I will find a way to be the conductor of my own life! I have begun to suspect my thoughts are quite mad.