Here's another excerpt from my current WIP Thirst, part 2 of All-American Vampires
They’d been gone for so long now that even their bones were nothing more than dust. But tonight was one of the rare times Hawk let those memories through. When he allowed himself to see their faces, to remember their smiles and their dark laughing eyes. Ahawi, his beautiful wife--Inola, his precious daughter. They had died of the white man's fever around this same time of year, and it didn’t matter that more than two centuries had passed. The pain was still as real, as immediate, as it had ever been.
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