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Chapters (28)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Also By
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
  6. Dedication
  7. Acknowledgments
  8. Epigraph
  9. ONE: The Conclave
  10. TWO: Blood Nocturne
  11. THREE: Hunter of Hunters
  12. FOUR: The Castle of the White Queen
  13. FIVE: The Skylights of Paris
  14. SIX: Martin Soule
  15. SEVEN: Deathtrap
  16. EIGHT: Flicker of Fire
  17. NINE: Lady of the Knife
  18. TEN: The Traveler
  19. ELEVEN: Queen of the Night
  20. TWELVE: Sourball Express
  21. THIRTEEN: All Through the Night
  22. FOURTEEN: The Veils
  23. FIFTEEN: Scorpion Dance
  24. SIXTEEN: Demon Lovers
  25. SEVENTEEN: Blood Child
  26. EIGHTEEN: Careless Love
  27. NINETEEN: Trapped
  28. TWENTY: The Love Child

Given the danger of entering the tunnels, ground-based radars and sonars had been used to complete the maps, so they were not nearly as accurate as the hunters would have liked. Paul had spent the night with Charlie and Becky studying them. Each had committed a section of the complex to memory. They had quizzed one another on twists and turns, blind alleys and unexpected crossings, until dawn.

They reached a dead end in the ossuary, which was blocked by a gate and marked with a sign, Entrée Interdite. Over the past hundred years, the Prefecture of Police had recorded sixty disappearances from the ossuary. It wasn’t many, but the points at which these people had last been seen were all closest to this particular connection with the abandoned labyrinth of mines. It was here that Bocage’s teams had entered in the past.

“Regard,” Bocage said, “beyond this point, we must assume that we are, at all times, in peril of our lives.”

Raynard opened an aluminum case that he carried. He distributed lightweight Kevlar body armor. “Remember that they are experts with knives. They can throw a knife almost with the speed of a bullet, because of the arm strength.”

Paul remembered the Sinha Vampire. It had killed Len Carter with a knife thrown so hard it went completely through his body and struck Becky, who was standing ten feet behind him. She’d taken thirty stitches in her neck. Had she not been turned slightly away from him at that instant, her carotid artery would have been severed.

Bocage gave out pistols, weapons unlike anything Paul had seen before. “This pistol will fire five of the fifteen special rounds that it carries with a single pull of the trigger. There is no sight because laser sights are useless. They see it and they are too fast. The bullets are designed to fracture into millions of tiny bits of shrapnel. A burst will pulverize everything in a five-meter square. Remember please, to assume that the creature, no matter how badly damaged it appears, is only stunned. Do not get near the mouth, and bind the hands immediately with your plastic cuffs. Is this clear?”