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Dead Nobles is the story of Tam-o’-shanter, an unmarried police detective in Lower Manhattan. His investigative expertise is put to the test when a killer, a regular Jack the Ripper, begins butchering people caught up in the vortex of the city’s nightlife.
Although faced with stopping him at all cost, Tam, one of the city’s finest detectives and known to keep his ear to the ground, would soon find himself searching the bowels of the city, coming up short every time, while rigid bodies, bleeding drops of red, turns up repeatedly, evil sounding a barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
‘I ran faster and harder than I had in my entire life. I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t. I hear the roar of an engine, but I didn’t care. I notice a trail leading into the woods, and dart towards it in the false hope of escaping my follower. I darted past blackberry bushes that ripped into my arms and legs flaying my skin as I ran. Soon I reached a huge tree towering over the others, I skid to a stop. As I clutch my stomach fighting a major cramp as I slid to the ground.’
I woke up to the sound of my heart beating excessively. I looked at the clock and saw I should have woken up 15 minutes ago. The words from the vulgar nightmare still haunted my senses and it wouldn't go away. "Run Lilliana. Run from the vampire that cursed your father. Run from the same thing that killed your brother. Run from me."
Dead Nobles is the story of Tam-o’-shanter, an unmarried police detective in Lower Manhattan. His investigative expertise is put to the test when a killer, a regular Jack the Ripper, begins butchering people caught up in the vortex of the city’s nightlife.
Although faced with stopping him at all cost, Tam, one of the city’s finest detectives and known to keep his ear to the ground, would soon find himself searching the bowels of the city, coming up short every time, while rigid bodies, bleeding drops of red, turns up repeatedly, evil sounding a barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
‘I ran faster and harder than I had in my entire life. I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t. I hear the roar of an engine, but I didn’t care. I notice a trail leading into the woods, and dart towards it in the false hope of escaping my follower. I darted past blackberry bushes that ripped into my arms and legs flaying my skin as I ran. Soon I reached a huge tree towering over the others, I skid to a stop. As I clutch my stomach fighting a major cramp as I slid to the ground.’
I woke up to the sound of my heart beating excessively. I looked at the clock and saw I should have woken up 15 minutes ago. The words from the vulgar nightmare still haunted my senses and it wouldn't go away. "Run Lilliana. Run from the vampire that cursed your father. Run from the same thing that killed your brother. Run from me."