Malcolm MacRoyce has lived a long, long time. Longer than any man should. And he’s passed the centuries as a bitter, lonely creature of the night bent on vengeance. The year is now 1860 and Malcolm finds himself in London on the night of the Masked Ball, feeding on the sick and hunting a killer.
Emily Adams is a dead woman walking. In spite of that, she’s determined to accomplish two things before she dies, to visit her mother’s grave in Florence and to be kissed by a man. The night of the Masked Ball seems the perfect opportunity to accomplish the latter while pretending she is someone she can never be. [Read more…]