The legend of the medallions, part 1

My second book, was released in US in July 2009 (on it’s way in swedish now)

Buy it here;
The Legend Of The Medallions – Nayem, the nousferatu

This is actually a vampirestory, which probably don’t remind of anything else you’ve ever read about such creatures.

Here’s the begining of it (english only);

Chapter 1

In a different world, the year was 3786. The human woman on the bed was tired. Dully, she watched her newborn daughter in the arms of the black-elf Thadem Khander and sighed. This was her seventh baby, and she wanted a son who later could take the farm over. What would she do with another worthless daughter? She turned her head away from her daughter and the black elf. Thadem offered her the child but the woman only shook her head and did not want it. Thadem took the newborn out of the room, washed her and wrapped her in a blanket. The baby girl was cute and did not scream. Thadem showed the baby to her father but he was as uninterested in the child as the mother was. Thadem sighed. The child was healthy and should have a marvelous future in front of her. What would become of her when the parents were so uninterested?

An idea took form in Thadem’s head; should he perhaps offer to take care of the baby himself? That would decrease the poor parent’s burden. Thadem never had the pleasure of being a father himself, he was always busy with his studies. He believed it was better not to have a family. But with this little one in his house, he would have an apprentice. It would be a lomg time before she was old enough to be able to begin her lessons. Maybe it was worth it to have someone to talk to about magic?

Thadem returned to the woman and tried to give her the baby again. She just turned away from him. Thadem offered to take care of the child himself, if the mother did not have any objections. Gratefully, the woman turned toward Thadem and told him he could do whatever he wanted with the child as long as she did not have to be a part of it. To her, it would be expensive enough to marry away six older daughters. Thadem did not know what to say about the woman’s obvious impassivity toward the child. Thadem chose to not say anything; he only bowed and left the house with the baby. Outside, he stopped; the child needed food, and that he could not give her. Thadem decided to buy a goat. Goat-milk was fat and would give the child what she needed. He looked at the girl tenderly. With him, she would be welcomed and loved. He needed to think of a name for her, and he had to buy her clothes.

Thadem Khander was 430 years old, the prime of life for a black elf. He had black hair, typical elfin ears, gray eyes and an angle-like face. Like all of the elfin race he was immortal, if one did not count a broken heart or a wound deep enough. Thadem was well educated, rather wealthy and very kind, as long as nobody interfered with his studies in magic and necromancy. He had a good knowledge of the human nature, and he often and with pleasure helped the poor ones of this race. This was the first time he on his own would take care of one of their children. He realized he would no longer be able to help as many others, not with a child to take care of. As long as she was this young, he could bring her everywhere but when older, she would probably hinder him in his work, unless he included child births in her education. There and then, Thadem decided to teach the child everything he knew about. Maybe he needed to hire someone to take care of the child while he worked with the poor ones. Immediately, he rejected the idea. It was his obligation to take care of her. If the first thing he did was to leave her, he would not build a solid foundation for their future relationship.

Thadem knew the girl would ask him where she came from, and he would have to tell her the truth. They did not in any way look alike. He was a black elf, and she was a human. He hoped she would not ask too many questions about it. That would be a problem for later, now he needed to solve the problem with her food. Thadem decided to walk all the way back from this tiny village to the large capital city of Agantyria. It was not far and most of the villagers worked in the fields belonging to the king. Unfortunately, the poor villages were often haunted by violence and this little nameless village was no exception. Life was hard for everyone who did not have any money.

Thadem saw the man on the ugly donkey but did not pay him any attention. Thadem assumed he belonged to the village. He only felt a sudden pain in his head when the mace crushed his skull. The man on the donkey dismounted the animal and he quickly searched Thadems pockets. He took what coins he found, and then he discovered the blanket with the child. The man grabbed the baby and left Thadem to die. He mounted the donkey and rode away as if nothing unusual had happened. But now he was a bit richer than last time he passed this little village. No one had seen or heard what he had done.

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