Getting back into an old familiar comfort zone with Leif & Thorn. (Literally! …get it, because vampires are old….)
New vampires can be turned at any time, but Lady Stanczia and Lord Imri are among the oldest. Their native language is no longer spoken by any living human. Their names sound bizarre and archaic to Sønska ears. Linguists and historians love when they can shed light on customs that have been lost for centuries…and hate when they make stuff up for fun. Which the old ones do a lot.
I know some people will be understandably wary at this point, so, just to be clear: yes, she’s trans; no, that isn’t part of a joke. Sven likes women, she’s a woman, and he would be seeing her through a sparkle filter no matter what.
“Once it has a taste of your blood, it won’t rest until it tears you apart! Even if you manage to flee, it will latch on to your scent, and stalk you across the whole world if it has to…”
Leif tells Thorn about one of the scarier creatures that lurks in the snowy wilds of Sønheim.