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Серия: They walk between us

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21st century. Prague. The powerful vampire clan Morgans are the hidden masters of the city. No one knows that the Morgans are not human, for they are very careful to hide their secret. Cedric Morgan is one of them. He is not only an observer and reflector, but also a student at Charles University, where everyone thinks of him as an arrogant and sullen hermit. Cedric does not interact with mortals because he despises them. To him, they are only food. For nearly 300 years, his life has had little excitement or concern. But everything changes when a mortal girl appears in Cedric's life and awakens in him new feelings, completely unknown to him before.

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Анна Морион - Two for tragedy. Volume 1


CHAPTER 1

– The sun is sitting too slowly.

My words were met with silence.

I didn't expect any other response. After all, those standing next to me were of the same opinion. They were just like me. Of the same kind. My family, standing on the balcony of an ancient castle secluded in the low mountains, not far from Prague, old and beautiful. But true Praguers we were not – we had moved here from London to live quietly in the Czech Republic, a beautiful country seemingly made for us.

– You sound like a girl in a romance novel," my older brother Markus said suddenly, and smirked, pleased that he'd managed to hurt my feelings.

My lips twitched in a grin. I raised an eyebrow.

– How long have you been into women's novels? – I parried.

– Irony is unnecessary here. There are exceptions to the rules.

– Like what?

– The classics. Jane Austen.

– You're right. That woman created masterpieces.

– I watched her life. She was an extremely pleasant person. But you had other things on your mind back then.

– Markus, stop bragging about your seniority. You're only ten years older than me. – I grinned derisively.

– That's right, brother. Ten years is a pretty impressive amount of time.

– Not for us.

– Markus, Cedric, put aside your argument and enjoy the sunset. – Mother's gentle rebuke made my brother and I smile sarcastically and fall silent. My wistful gaze wandered briefly through the small forest and froze on one of the red roofs of magnificent Prague.

I hated my name. Cedric. It reminded me of some bad romance novel. It must be the name of the protagonist. And it's a name I'll have to carry for the rest of my life. But even now, at the age of two hundred and eighty-six, I didn't understand why my parents had given me that pompous name.

I forgot to tell you, I'm a vampire. Like my brother, father, and mother, I carried the burden of eternity and immortality-two great gifts. However, these gifts were not always convenient: our place of residence changed so often that there seemed to be no city in Europe in which we did not leave our mark. We moved to Prague from London ten years ago. But the years became dust so soon and imperceptibly that it seemed to me as if the farewell to gloomy London had been accomplished yesterday. I cannot say that the blood of the Prague people is different from that of the Londoners. Just a little bit, I think. People's blood is always the same. All people are the same.

Our family, the Morgans, are one of the largest and most respected in both the vampire and human worlds. My father held the proud title of "Sir": he was once a knight of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First of England. My mother is from the Bohemian Bogali family. And I'm half-English, half-Czech with the stupid name of Cedric. I've already mentioned my older brother Markus.


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