The voice of everything I had feared in the
gathering gloom touches my mind. I fear it no longer. It
calms me, calls to me. Reminds me I am not alone.
Turning the door handle I leave the horrors of the
institution behind. I go to meet my Sire with joy in my
heart.
Well, in my chest, at least.
Frances Tate is a self-published vampire writer, and a self-published and
published writer of drabbles. She lives in the north west of England where
she is working on a series of vampire books that explore the pseudo-science
of vampires. When she’s not writing either novels or one hundred-word
stories, she experiments with flash and short stories. She has one (long
suffering) partner, two fish and a transient population of wild birds and
hedgehogs to feed. She enjoys curry, cinema, reading, gardening, exploring
historical sites and travelling.
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