The Blood That Hunts Us
The town of Gravenfall never knew daylight the way other places did. Dark clouds clung low to the rooftops, heavy with moisture, yet rain never fell. The air was always damp, always cold enough to sink into bones. Outsiders said the town felt wrong—as if the sky itself was watching. No one spoke of the curse. No one spoke of the vampires. And no one had ever arrived carrying something far more dangerous than death. Until she stepped off the train.
About The Blood That Hunts Us
The town of Gravenfall never knew daylight the way other places did. Dark clouds clung low to the rooftops, heavy with moisture, yet rain never fell. The air was always damp, always cold enough to sink into bones. Outsiders said the town felt wrong—as if the sky itself was watching. No one spoke of the curse. No one spoke of the vampires. And ...Read more