Justine: Into the Blood
Book One, Blood and Passion Series
“The blackness turned to shadows and from within those shadows, I saw figures. They might have been my parents. I called out to them but then felt myself drifting away—slowly at first, then more quickly. I clearly heard the shouts and cries of the damned. Was I bound for hell? I don’t think I cared.
And then I heard a voice; quite distinct it was, too. Someone was calling me forth.
A man’s voice, rich and deep sounding. At first I thought it was the count. . . I
might have even called out Oriani’s name. There was no answer though, just words spoken that sounded strange.
“Enter the darkness and live again!”
Soft murmuring ensued. Muffled voices and whispers, voices saying things I
could not understand.
Believing the offering to be water, I obeyed. But then I smelled it and turned
away. “Please, no!”
Was it wine? If so, it smelled awful.
“You must drink. . . ”