Blood to Drink: A Tale of Terror: Part Three

I dreamt that night of another night five years ago – a summer night when the Revolution was still young and when the fall of the Bastille had driven its first dagger into the heart of the aristocracy...


Blood To Drink: A Tale of Terror: Part One

"My dreams were full of disordered visions – of guillotines, of crosses…and of gleaming, wolfish eyes in the forest, watching the passage of my carriage as I travelled ever deeper into darkness."