[ The thin silver thread at the core of Vampire Killer catches the moonlight, the leather around the cut becoming unbraided. The cut ends of the whip burn the ground where they fall as surely as if it were demon flesh. The queen stops and all of her knights stop with her, the necromancer and the bishop and Damien and every other thing that would serve her in taking away the things that he loves, from the horrible things of the vampire world they inhabit to the horrible things of the human one. Monsters as great as his father and as small and pathetic as a man who had jeered at Sypha once as she told fortunes and told her that her people should not be in this city.
They watch him and turn to circle him as Trevor, no longer supported by the whip binding him, topples from the white horse. ]
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They watch him and turn to circle him as Trevor, no longer supported by the whip binding him, topples from the white horse. ]