Disclaimer: The concept of the Night World belongs to L.J. Smith, the rest
belongs to imagination. =)
This is my very, very first time doing this, so any comments to placate my straining nerves would be highly appreciated. I'd love to know what you think, even though the prologue is short!
The first few lines are from a poem by Judith Wright called "The Two Fires."
SECRETS Prologue
~ And now, set free by the climate of man's hate,
that seed sets time ablaze.
The leaves of fallen years, the forest of living days,
have caught like matchwood. Look, the whole world burns. ~
Valera City is a place filled with shadows. The gaunt trees stand proud, naked and foreboding in the harsh weather - a symbol of survival, like the residents of the city. Their common trait is strength, and life's lessons had hardened them. This is a place without rules, without laws, without a throne of power that punished those who breached the moral code; there is no sanctuary for the fallen innocent. It is the survival of the fittest, the battle for one's own desires. it is a cruel game, but a necessary one, for the people who dwell here are not ones to be controlled. Submission is a foreign word in this Forbidden City; foolish lambs that wander in would probably never wander again.
Some say that Valera City is not a place for human existence; ironically they are right. Only a scattered handful of humans are allowed to live there; as slaves. The rest of the Valerans are not quite human. They belong to the night. and they call it the Night World: a secret society of a superior race, a race forbidden to human knowledge. Running back into Ancient times, pure and undiluted bloodlines of Vampires, Witches and Shapeshifters.
Alluring.
Powerful.
Deadly.
And even more dangerous in a lawless city where darkness knows no boundaries.
This is my very, very first time doing this, so any comments to placate my straining nerves would be highly appreciated. I'd love to know what you think, even though the prologue is short!
The first few lines are from a poem by Judith Wright called "The Two Fires."
SECRETS Prologue
~ And now, set free by the climate of man's hate,
that seed sets time ablaze.
The leaves of fallen years, the forest of living days,
have caught like matchwood. Look, the whole world burns. ~
Valera City is a place filled with shadows. The gaunt trees stand proud, naked and foreboding in the harsh weather - a symbol of survival, like the residents of the city. Their common trait is strength, and life's lessons had hardened them. This is a place without rules, without laws, without a throne of power that punished those who breached the moral code; there is no sanctuary for the fallen innocent. It is the survival of the fittest, the battle for one's own desires. it is a cruel game, but a necessary one, for the people who dwell here are not ones to be controlled. Submission is a foreign word in this Forbidden City; foolish lambs that wander in would probably never wander again.
Some say that Valera City is not a place for human existence; ironically they are right. Only a scattered handful of humans are allowed to live there; as slaves. The rest of the Valerans are not quite human. They belong to the night. and they call it the Night World: a secret society of a superior race, a race forbidden to human knowledge. Running back into Ancient times, pure and undiluted bloodlines of Vampires, Witches and Shapeshifters.
Alluring.
Powerful.
Deadly.
And even more dangerous in a lawless city where darkness knows no boundaries.
