In a world crawling with vampires, Romania is the safest place left on earth. Thanks to the Little Council, there hasn't been a vampire on Romanian ground in over five centuries, until one day when Liana Cantacuzino is ordered to bring one in, covertly.
Enter Maximilien Hess, a thousand-year-old vampire determined to ruin the existing order of things. When all is revealed, Hess's secret changes everything, and a reluctant alliance is formed because the alternative is much worse.
The Impaler Legacy Omnibus, a vampire saga like no other, includes:
The Impaler's Revenge (novella)
Sweet Surrender (short story)
A Victory that Counts (novella)
Casualties of War (short story)
Order Restored (novella)
The Third Wheel (short story)
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Award-winning writer Ioana Visan has always dreamed about reaching the stars, but since she can't, she writes about it.
After fighting the apocalypse aftermath in "Human Instincts", she played with shapeshifters in "Blue Moon Café Series: Where Shifters Meet for Drinks", and then she dealt with vampires in "The Impaler Legacy" series, before tackling longer works like a fantasy trilogy and a science fiction series.
Aside from publishing short stories in various Romanian magazines and anthologies, she published a short story collection "Efectul de nautil" and the Romanian edition of "Human Instincts".
She was awarded the Encouragement Award by The European Science Fiction Society at Eurocon 2013.
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Excerpt 1
I held out my hand to take the phone. Trotuş stepped back and waited by the door, politely averting his eyes.
“What?”I asked, letting out a sigh.
“You’re not answering your phone.” I heard Max’s irritated voice.
“That’s because I turned it off.” Two hours of peace, that was all I wanted, and I still had fifteen minutes to go.
“How am I supposed to contact you if your phone is off?”
“That’s the thing. You don’t.”
“Fine, I’ll go straight to the police then. I just thought you’d want to know about this first.”
“Police?” I jumped at the thought of the authorities being involved. “What are you talking about?” I was half out of bed already.
“Someone broke into my suite,” Max said.
“What? When?”
“About half an hour ago. I would have told you sooner, but your phone—”
“Forget about the phone! Is anyone hurt?” I hopped around the room, holding the sheet tightly against my chest, while I struggled to gather my clothes. They had ended up in the most peculiar places. I hissed towards Trotuş when I reached to pick up my bra from the vanity table, “Get the car.” He looked somewhat relieved as he ran out the door.
“No casualties. I wasn’t here.”
“Where were you?” I asked, puzzled. He was not supposed to leave the apartment.
“At the pool. Swimming. I didn’t eat anyone so don’t give me that judgmental look.”
I glanced at the mirror on top of the vanity table and, yes, the look was there all right. My face was also a little paler than usual while my lips were pressed tightly together, turning into a severe line. “What did they want? Did they trash the place, take anything?”
“Yes. The safe is empty.”
A shiver went down my spine. Someone knows. They had gotten in when he wasn’t there, avoiding a confrontation. This was clearly a warning. “Okay … umm…” I rubbed my forehead with one hand while with the other I was still holding my clothes. Where had the other shoe gone? “I’ll send a team to check for prints and stuff.”
“That’s not my problem. I’m not afraid of them. My problem is that I was promised … food. And now there isn’t any. So unless you want this cute maid on my floor to become a snack, I suggest you fix this. Fast.”
He sounded serious. Shit. He had six guards with him, but I had a feeling he could still put his threat into action if pressed. This wasn’t good, and it wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have over the phone. “Give me an hour. I’m across town.”
“Thank you, Miss Cantacuzino. I’m glad we understand each other.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. I entered the bathroom and slipped into the shower. “Sorry, it’s an emergency. We’ll have to share.”
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