Beware the Blood Moon.
Exiled, Thaddeus only wants to return to his beloved Venice.
His body rebels against him, food and sleep linger just out of reach.
The mountains outside Trieste is no place for a sane man to travel, especially in winter.
Strange creatures haunt these lonesome vales and crags, ready to snuff out a man’s flame.
What strange powers are being summoned to do evil?
Can the inquisitor keep from strangling his traveling companion before they solve this riddle?
Read the second book in the Thaddeus of Venice series, Blood Moon. It is the only way to learn the truth.
Genre: FICTION / HistoricalI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
“Geovanni… Why are you climbing a tree?” Thaddeus covered his eyes with his right hand, looking into the embers of the near-dead campfire, and shook his head in disbelief.
The slender scribe had taken his blanket to the first crotch in the leafless oak tree. “Sleep where you will. I will not become a meal for some wandering pack of wolves. I believe my safety lies in this tree not on the ground.”
“I am no expert on this part of the country, but generally speaking, I believe wolves have better quarry than the likes of your boney frame. I will go as far as to speak for the entire wolf community that they have better things to do than torment your sleep. Now come down from the tree. You’re embarrassing me… what if someone finds you up there?”
“It need not be wolves. All manner of creatures inhabits the wilds of the hinterlands. It is only a matter of time before we run afoul of them.” The scribe’s struggle with the blanket would have been comical if not so pathetic.
Thaddeus watched while the scribe fought with his blanket and gravity to stay planted in the tree. “Please tell me, what are these aforementioned creatures we need to concern ourselves with?”
“Did you not see the moon? It might be blood red tonight. All sorts of demons or werewolves will turn out, lurking, looking for souls to steal.”
“For all that is holy… It isn’t a full moon and not even pinkish. Don’t let your emotions take over your thinking.”
Geo’s eyes darted side to side, searching for the unseen creatures of the night. “I have studied these things… extensively… It matters not. They can attack at any time.”
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