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Casualties of War The Impaler Legacy #2.5
Ioana Visan Copyright © 2013 Ioana Visan All rights reserved. Smashwords Edition
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. CASUALTIES OF WAR The Impaler Legacy #2.5 Copyright © 2013 Ioana Visan All rights reserved. Cover Photo by Alexandru Visan Smashwords Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. First eBook Edition: August 2013
After the siege at the end of A Victory that Counts, while Liana is debriefed by Captain Nour, Spânu proceeds with his mission. Max’s help can either save or break Liana. A key story in The Impaler Legacy series, a vampire saga like no other.
Table of Contents Casualties of War Acknowledgements About the Author Books by Ioana Visan
*** Captain Nour stared down at me with those dark, unforgiving eyes shadowed by thick white eyebrows. I felt slightly claustrophobic inside the small, windowless room, but it was the only place in the farm where we could talk undisturbed. “So, you’ve been down here for a whole month, and you didn’t find a thing—” “Not my fault they didn’t let me do anything,” I muttered, avoiding his sharp gaze. Spending my time confined at the camp had not been part of the plan when I agreed to come to New Zealand. “—and then you suddenly get a break and start torturing people—” “They don’t teach torture techniques at the Academy,” I reminded him. That class had been removed from the curricula almost two centuries ago because there were no vampires left to torture on Romanian ground. Lucky me, I had some knowledge in that field from all the hours spent inside the V Museum as a kid. “Someone had to do it.” I shrugged my shoulders, pretending that torturing that poor girl hadn’t done a number on my psyche. “—you get some kind of lead, and it doesn’t even occur to you that it might be a decoy to make you leave the camp—” Captain Nour’s tirade continued. “I haven’t been playing this game for as long as other people have,” was all I could say in my defense. I was more used to a desk job and endless Little Council meetings, and he knew it. “It’s not a game! You don’t just make deals with the new breeds.” Captain Nour’s outrage was so grand I expected to see steam coming out of his ears. “It was for our benefit,” I said, gesturing outside vaguely, where our people were busy gathering what was left of the dead. “Those arrows kept us alive.” Most of us anyway. I had insisted on having all of the remains burned because we didn’t know who might rise from the dead and why. Captain Nour hadn’t liked my idea at first, but faced with so many eyewitnesses, he had let it slide. “I’ll see about those arrows,” he muttered and picked one up from the desk—the same desk I had laid on with an arrow stuck in my chest less than an hour ago. It could have been the same arrow. I couldn’t tell. At least my blood was gone from the desk, having been used on the pandurs’ yatagans to ensure a fast new breed death rate during the siege. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. The stench of death was unmistakable, and it wasn’t over yet. We were only taking a break. The war was still on. Captain Nour tossed the arrow back on the desk with a disgusted look on his face. He belonged to the old guard who lived and died by their yatagans and would hear of nothing else. But the world had changed, and a new species of vampires had emerged and spread through it rapidly like a disease. After my recent close encounters with the new breeds, I was convinced that yatagans alone were not going to be enough to defeat them. “And you used vampire blood on our pandurs!” He slapped his palm down on top of the desk. Ah, so that was what was eating at him. Any dealings with vampires that didn’t end with a beheaded or staked fanged one was nothing to be proud of, and using their blood for healing was strictly forbidden. Instead of pointing out that I wasn’t the first to break the rules, I said, “It saved them.” “The Little Council should have been informed.” I inhaled slowly and deeply, aware that any agitation was making the throbbing inside my chest worse, and I wondered idly how much longer it would take until I was fully healed. The
pandurs weren’t the only ones benefiting from vampire blood. “The Little Council would have said ‘no’ or taken weeks to give its blessing. We didn’t have the luxury of waiting that long. People were dying.” We had been lucky the vampires who had survived the first attack hadn’t refused to donate their blood, though they would have been entitled to. We had been hunting and killing their kind for centuries. “I don’t deny your intentions were good. However, you will be facing Court Martial when this is over. I hope you’re aware of that.” I was too tired to actually act surprised. Besides, I found it irrelevant, as there was a good chance for neither of us would live long enough to see the end of this war. So I just shrugged. I didn’t have to worry about the Little Council’s view on this matter until later. Depending on how many new breeds were waiting for us, we could all be dead by the end of the year, and it wasn’t like there were many days left. “You do what you need to do, and I’ll do what I need to do,” I said, getting up from the chair. Right now, I needed to figure out where the new breeds and their makers were hiding. The more time we wasted, the more new breeds could be in the making, and we surely didn’t want that. We had a small advantage after killing so many of them, and we had to use that advantage wisely. We didn’t want to give them time to rebuild their army. That was the worst thing we could do. “There’s also the issue of that turned pandur … your guard…” “Spânu.” “Yes, Spânu.” Captain Nour nodded. “He shouldn’t have been allowed to live after he was turned. This won’t reflect well on you. It shows weakness and selfishness.” “Perhaps,” I said and pushed the chair away, “but it also shows good planning. He was and still is a good addition to the team.” “Is this your excuse?” “I don’t need an excuse,” I replied in a clipped tone. “He saved Dr. Carver’s life and fought side by side with us without attacking any of our own. That’s good enough for me.” It would have to be good enough for the Little Council, too. “What happens when he finishes his transition?” Captain Nour asked. “What if he turns out to be like all the other new breeds? Thirsty for blood and with no respect for any kind of life.” “We’ll have to wait and see.” Maybe we could teach him to live with it. Radu, as a fellow turned pandur, could help. Of course, I didn’t say it out loud, but he must have read it on my face because he sighed. “You were taught better than this. Once they’re gone, you have to let them go.” He sounded almost like he felt sorry for me. Stubbornness reared its ugly head. “He can still be useful.” And just to be sure that we were on the same page, I added, “We’re not on Romanian ground here. We can’t kill any vampire who moves whenever we want. The Cabinet won’t have it. They accepted our presence here as long as we kill only vampires who attack people and no one else. Otherwise, they’ll kick us all out.” The pandurs for sure, but possibly the vampires too, and I doubted even Max could pull enough strings to prevent that from happening. “And if he does attack someone?” “We kill him.” I started for the door. “Miss Cantacuzino, wait…” Captain Nour said and hesitated. “You were wounded.” It was the first time he’d brought up my injury, and I wished he hadn’t. He had seen the blood on my chest, with a matching stain on my back and the hole in my shirt. It wasn’t hard to
put two and two together, and Captain Nour, as much as we often didn’t see eye to eye, was an intelligent man. And he must have heard people talking about my miraculous recovery. “I’ll be fine.” I went for the safer answer. I didn’t quite want to discuss Max’s blood involvement in this. The only people who knew about what had happened in this room were obviously Max, Jesse, Radu, Trotuş, and Spânu, and I didn’t want it advertised. “Still, I fear we put you in too much danger. Maybe … maybe you should take some time off to recover first.” My eyes narrowed at him. “Are you trying to protect me, or are you saying that I’m not fit for this job?” “Protect you, yes … like it or not, it’s my job too. But I’ll never say the latter. You were not prepared for an operation of this size, and still none of us could have handled it any better.” “Then what’s the problem?” “Well…” Captain Nour ran a hand over the back of his head. It was unsettling to see him so uncomfortable in his own skin. We had known each other for over a decade, and this was a first. “I promised your mother that I would make sure you were fine.” “Really?” A short burst of laughter left my lips, and I winced as it made my chest hurt. “You’re afraid of my mom?” “Mrs. Cantacuzino can be very convincing,” he said, “and I’m afraid she’s right. We’ve been asking too much of you. This is a job for pandurs, not for the Little Council.” “Maybe you’re right…” I chose my words carefully. There were times when I wished I had never set foot out of Romania, especially at night. I couldn’t let him find that out. “But I’m here. And I’m in charge. You still report to the Little Council, and while we’re here, I am the Little Council,” I reminded him and fought to suppress a victorious smile. “You can’t send me home packing.” “But your mother—“ “Tell her I’m fine. It’s what I do.” I grinned. Poor Mom, she had no idea what the terror night had turned me into. “And now if you'll excuse me, I have some bodies to burn.” A small lie. I didn’t go to supervise the burning of the bodies. The smell of charred flesh was making me nauseous, and the smoke couldn’t be good for my lungs. So I let the men handle it, and I retreated into the common room. It felt odd not to have either Trotuş or Spânu tailing me, and Jesse wasn’t around either, but I assumed they were busy somewhere else. They were all grownups, and if something bad had happened, I would have heard about it. The map still lay on the table, only now it had some splatters of blood spread on it, too. I wrinkled my nose as I hovered over it. “Has Captain Nour finished chewing you up and spitting out the pieces?” Max teased me when he walked in. I raised my eyes from the map but didn’t bother to answer. He knew how things stood between Nour and I. There was nothing left to add. “Everything all right outside?” I asked instead. “Except for the smell … yeah.” Max came closer to the table and peered at the map. “What are you looking for?” “You know our plan to land near Christchurch and set up a base there? I’m starting to think it’s not our best option.” “How so?” “Well, it’s the biggest city on the South Island. If some major vampire activity of any kind happened there, people would notice and the news would spread fast. I don’t think the Cabinet
would have the means to put a lid on it or even want to try. Their goal is to keep things the way they are now, and that’s what we’re here for. It would make more sense for them to let us know if they heard something, but they didn’t, which means they have no idea.” I paused to catch my breath then continued, “Not to mention that it’s not a brilliant strategy from a logistical point of view. You don’t bring up hundreds of newborn new breeds near a city full of walking food. I don’t care how strong their compulsion is, there’s bound to be accidents.” “Okay … so they’re not there,” Max said after giving it some thought. “But we only chose Christchurch as a starting point. We don’t have to limit our search there.”’ “Yes, but I can’t help feeling that we’re wasting time,” I said. “We don’t know how many new breeds there are, how long they’ve been making them. You saw Keller, he could be twenty —thirty years old for all we know. Such experiments take time.” “I won’t pretend I know how they’re doing it, but the first incidents we became aware of happened four or five years ago. We can assume that’s around the time when they finally came up with a viable formula that they’re more or less using now, too.” “Five years is a long time. Lots of new breeds could have been made during that period.” “There’s also the matter of feeding,” Max said. “My guess is the bulk of their army had to be made sometime closer to this date.” “Unless we find some towns completely wiped out…” Max raised his eyebrows skeptically and propped his hands on the table to lean over the map. “Okay, so where exactly could they be?” he murmured to himself. “I have no idea,” I admitted. “Where would you set up lair if you were in their place?” He gave me an ironic look but decided to play along. “I’d go to some deserted place where no one could find me … preferably underground. Lots of snow would do, too. Our body temperature is not as high as yours, but we still show up on heat radars. And since we’re talking of hundreds of new breeds…” “Where then?” He looked again at the map. “I’d choose Mount Cook National Park. The location is strategically placed right in the middle of the island, with a row of mountains protecting it in the north and enough distance for the south coast not to count. And I think there’s also an airport servicing the ski resorts in the area, so they don’t depend on the highway and railway system for transportation.” “I’ll have to talk to the local authorities,” I said, “but I tend to agree with you.” A superior smile twisted Max’s lips. “I wouldn’t count on their help.” “I won’t. But we could use some guides in the area,” I pointed out. “They could at least provide that.” “That they could do,” Max said. “However, I don’t think we should send all of our troops to Mount Cook right away. A small patrol to investigate things would be more appropriate.” I nodded in agreement. We had already lost over five hundred pandurs and twice as many vampires. There was no point in risking losing more people before the real battle even started. “We’ll have our troops stationed near Christchurch and send a patrol ahead to Mount Cook,” I said. “But I need to make some calls first.” “I’ll make some calls, too,” Max said. Half an hour later, we were leaving the building and walking out into the yard. The fires were dying down, and in spite of the sun shining brightly on top of our heads, the landscape continued to look grim due to the craters burned into the ground. I glanced at Max, but his face sported the usual expressionless mask he put on when he wasn’t ready to share his thoughts.
I shrugged and walked towards the fence. The jets were waiting in the field to take us away. Everything was packed, and the pandurs were in the process of transporting our things. We would be leaving soon. The vampires we had recruited locally would not accompany us, though. They weren’t fit for this fight and would be more useful if they remained behind and informed us of any unusual development. The news had spread overnight, and our informer network was growing by the minute. We might not be able to clean New Zealand of vampires, but we would surely free it of new breeds. And then, we would move on and do the same for the rest of the world. Low, tense voices distracted my line of thought. “We must tell her,” Trotuş was saying. “She’ll flip out,” Radu replied. “She” could only be me, and if they were afraid to tell me, then it could only mean bad news. I wheeled around the big tractor they were hiding behind, and I asked, “Tell me what?” Trotuş’s tanned face rarely lost its color, but this time it had, and it had happened before me getting there. “Spânu left,” he said with a strained voice. “And he took Jesse with him,” Radu said. “What? What do you mean ‘took him’?” I asked, though I feared I already knew what he meant. “He had a gun…” Trotuş winced. The pandurs didn’t use guns as they weren’t efficient enough when used on vampires. “He led Dr. Carver to the helicopter, and they took off. I was too far away to do anything, and no one else could get to them on time.” “What’s going on?” Max asked, tired of looking at us and waiting for an explanation. Being alone, Radu and Trotuş had been speaking in Romanian, and out of habit and pressed by concern, I had used the same language. Aside from the names, Max couldn’t understand much. Radu repeated everything in English while I asked with increasing agitation, “Why didn’t you send the jets after him?” “We tried,” Trotuş said. “The helicopter disappeared from the radar as soon as it left the ground. By the time the jets were in the air, it would have been impossible to find it if we sent them. We never checked the helicopter. They must have done something to it.” “Well, send them anyway! How much time has passed since they left? They couldn’t have gotten that far…” They stared at me in silence, and finally Max said, “Liana, everything was perfectly planned so far … if they took him and didn’t want us to find them, then we won’t.” “No…” I whispered and shook my head. “No! We will find him!” “Yes, we will,” Max said and placed a hand on my arm. “Just not right now.” “We have to go after him!” “Not like this.” “Then how?” Max looked at me, then looked at Radu and Trotuş, who waited by the tractor, and then he looked back at me. His grip on my arm tightened. “We need to talk.” He pulled me away from my friends towards an empty pasture. “Wait … we need to go … Jesse…” My protests were in vain. He was holding me so tight my arm would be covered in bruises by evening, and he didn’t let go until we got far enough so no one would to be able to eavesdrop on us, not even a vampire. While people could still see us in the distance, they couldn’t hear us.
“What are you doing?” I panted, pulling my arm free. “What’s gotten into you?” “You need to calm down,” Max said. “You’re not helping anyone by hyperventilating.” “What do you mean calm down? They’ve got Jesse! We need to go after—“ “Calm. Down.” The new edge added to his voice brought my tirade to an abrupt halt. “Breathe. Your lung is still healing.” I inhaled slowly, and he was right. The agitation had made the pain worse. Max looked quite pleased with himself while I silently focused on my breathing. There was such a swirl of thoughts inside my head I couldn’t think straight. Everything inside me screamed to go and save Jesse without wasting another second, and still I couldn’t find a way to put it into words. “Please … we need to go after him…” I spoke quietly as my lips resisted any sign of excitement. “No. We need a strategy first.” “But they’ll kill him.” “They won’t kill him. He’s leverage,” Max said. “They have nothing on me, but they can control you … through him.” I lowered my head and bit my lip, acknowledging he was right again. By kidnapping Jesse, the new breeds had gained the upper hand. I loved him, and I would do anything in my power to save him. But would I go as far as endangering everyone else? I was reluctant to think about that because I feared the answer was yes. “Liana…” Max waited until I raised my eyes to look at him. “The only way to get Jesse back is by not reacting the way they’re expecting us to. So far, they’ve been prepared for everything. They sent newborns inside the Romanian borders to make the Little Council aware of the issue and also to force them to react. Then they sent Tawny with enough information to lure us out of the camp and into the city where they already had someone waiting for us. It didn’t matter that Keller had his own agenda. The goal was to kill most of our troops in our absence and intimidate us. They even had Spânu turned as a backup plan in case the second attack failed. I guess they were expecting to take some prisoners. They didn’t expect the jets, or the weapons being hijacked and Keller killed. They must have someone in the Cabinet working for them. But they’re not used to dealing with pandurs or the Little Council. They didn’t know how far you were willing to go. Invading a country is a pretty bold move.” I made a grimace. The Little Council wasn’t going to be happy about that either. And what good had it done? We had still lost Jesse. “With a few minor setbacks, their plan worked,” Max said. “So now it’s time to do things differently. We won’t follow their plan anymore. We’ll use our own strategy.” I cringed, already anticipating the rest. “We won’t aimlessly follow their trail. We’ll go straight to them and hit them where it hurts.” “But we don’t know where they are,” I whined. “It doesn’t matter. Even if they’re not in Mount Cook, they’re somewhere on the South Island. We’ll find them,” he spoke with confidence. “The important thing here is not to look like we’re searching for Jesse. Yes, it’s terrible what happened to him, but when you’re at war, there are always casualties, and all you can do is move forward.” I shivered in spite of the warm summer day. “You can’t mean that.” “It doesn’t matter what I believe. They have to believe it.” “Right. So they’ll kill him if he turns out to be useless.”
“They won’t kill him. Not until you come face to face with them and they convince themselves they can’t use him as a bargaining chip.” “They can still torture him,” I said. “What would be the point if you’re not there to witness it?” “I don’t know…” I couldn’t claim I understood them. Then I gasped. “Could they turn him?” Max thought about it. “No. They can’t risk you having a crisis of conscience and killing him yourself if you find him turned. So they’ll keep him alive. I’m not saying they’ll put him in a five star hotel, and they might roughen him up a bit, but as long as he is alive, everything else can be fixed.” “Even if they cut off his limbs or drive him insane?” “They might have a problem with that.” He smirked. “Remember how Spânu said his mission was to protect? Every time he said that, he was looking at Jesse.” Now that he mentioned it, I recalled it, too. “The thing is you can’t put complicated instructions inside a newborn’s mind. It’s already great progress that they somehow managed to compel their own—I don’t know how they do it— but newborns’ brains are a mess during the first few days. They can’t do much, and they only had a few minutes after the turning before someone noticed something was going on. So my guess is he was only given two simple instructions: protect Dr. Carver and kidnap him when the situation allows it.” “And that’s good because…?” “Because the order will stick. Spânu will continue to protect him to some degree.” “That’s not comforting.” “It’s better than nothing,” Max said. Arguing didn’t help matters, so I looked for a new perspective. “Okay, let’s pretend you convinced me.” I ran both hands through my hair and tossed it back. “What next? What do we do when we find them? How do we convince them to release him?” “We don’t. We pretend he’s nothing more than a war prisoner. Yes, we want them back, Spânu too if possible, and they’ll be part of our negotiations, but they won’t get in the way of us winning the war.” He was too optimistic. It sounded good in theory, but in practice … “Then you’ll have to do the talking,” I said. “I can pretend all day long that he means nothing to me, but they’ll never believe me.” “Unless you believe it.” Right until now, I had considered Max to be a cool, level-headed vampire. Now he was talking nonsense. “And how am I supposed to achieve that?” I asked sarcastically. “You forget your feelings for him.” “Come again?” “You stop loving him,” Max said without even blinking. “I—I can’t do that,” I said, letting out a laugh. “No one can.” “You can if you’re compelled.” “I’m a Little Council member. I can’t be compelled.” “You can’t be turned, you can’t be healed, you can’t be compelled…” He counted his fingers. “How many legends do you have?” I glared instead of answering. “It might have been true once, but it isn’t now. Just like our species—well, I wouldn’t quite
call it ‘evolved’ but changed for sure—yours has, too. But I didn’t, I can’t. So I’m quite confident I can beat your anti-compulsion defense mechanism.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because I did it earlier,” Max said. “I told you to calm down, and you did. Aren’t you calm now?” I was. My heartbeat was regulated, my pulse was even, and my breathing was so slow it almost didn’t hurt. Damn him! “So what do you suggest we should do?” I asked to buy time, painfully aware that we were alone in the middle of an empty field. Whatever his plan was, it wasn’t going to be only a suggestion. For the first time since we had met last summer, I was afraid of him. “Like I said before, you need to stop being in love with Dr. Carver.” “I can’t forget him,” I said, shaking my head. I didn’t want to forget Jesse. If I lost him, I would have nothing left. “You won’t forget him,” Max explained patiently. “You will remember everything about him. You just won’t feel it anymore.” The idea of remembering everything and not having it made me shudder. Like all human beings, all I had ever wanted, beside the death of all vampires, was to find love and now that I had, I couldn’t imagine life without it. “That would be like torture,” I murmured. “We have to make sacrifices in order to protect the ones we love. Do you want to save him or not?” “Of course I do.” I gave him a peevish look, wondering what sacrifices he had made. I hated to admit it, but he was sort of right. I needed a clear head for this. And even if I didn’t agree, something told me Max wouldn’t leave it up to me. It was better to cooperate. “So how do we do it? How long does it last? And how do we make it stop?” “I compel you. Since there still are traces of my blood in your bloodstream, and that tends to mess with your system, I’ll need you to allow me to do it.” “I—I don’t know how to do that.” “You have to want me to compel you. This way it won’t be forced on you, it will last as long as needed, and then you’ll be able to reverse it on your own.” It sounded so simple, too easy, and too good to be true. “What if I can’t do it? What if I don’t want to reverse it when the time comes?” “Oh, you will … my only concern is that the compulsion won’t last on the long term. You’re still a bit of a puzzle to me.” And that was a problem. He had no experience with Little Council members. It could all go very wrong. Or right for him but not for me. “Why should I trust you?” “Because…” Max sighed and let his dark eyes travel across the sky. “Because this is the only chance to get him back.” As usual, the truth hurt. I lowered my head and let out my own sigh. “I don’t want to lose him…” With the one thousand year gap separating us, I didn’t expect him to fully understand. Most of the time, I wasn’t sure I understood him either. He could be an alien as far as I was concerned. As I looked down, the tips of Max’s shoes entered my field of view. His cool hands cupped my face, and he pulled my head up to make me look at him. He never asked for permission. He simply stared into my eyes without saying a word. Coldness sipped into my soul, and something snapped.
I blinked. I remembered everything: the day Jesse and I had first met, the time we had spent together, everything. But none of it seemed to matter anymore. While I was consciously aware that deep inside I still felt the same, I couldn’t act upon it. On the outside, I acted like I didn’t feel anything. “What have you done?” I gasped. “What needed to be done,” Max said. “Don’t … don’t fight it. You’re stronger than I thought, and we need this to last.” I stepped back and pressed a hand against my chest where a void that had nothing to do with the arrow passing through had formed. “We should go. There’s a bunch of new breeds waiting to be killed,” I said with a voice lacking any sign of emotion. Before Max could reply, I turned and started back towards the farm. As I walked, tears clouded my sight, but they never fell. I was broken inside, and there was only one person who could fix me. But he’d been taken by the new breeds, so now I had to save him. And for that, someone had to die first. The story continues in Order Restored (The Impaler Legacy #3)
Acknowledgements As a reader, I can’t stand cliffhangers at the end of a book. That’s why I knew from the moment I got the idea while plotting A Victory that Counts that this couldn’t be the last part of the novella. It had to be an independent story. You can skip Sweet Surrender, but reading The Impaler Legacy series without Casualties of War would make less sense. I apologize to Jesse’s fans in advance, and I promise things will get much worse in Order Restored, tee-hee! As usual, many thanks go to my beta readers, Katelyn Amos, Ember Domones, Kendall Lewis, Alexis Morgan, and Becca Thick, who saw the story in various stages, and Wendy Chang for the final proofreading. Thank you to my readers and reviewers too. And let’s not forget Mom, Dad, little brother, grandma, and the cat. See you in my next book!
About the Author 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”, she dealt with vampires in “The Impaler Legacy” series, and then she designed prosthetics in “Broken People” 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 Romanian short story collection “Efectul de nautil” and the Romanian edition of “Human Instincts”. She received the Encouragement Award from The European Science Fiction Society at Eurocon 2013. For more information, go to http://www.ioanavisan.tk Connect with Ioana online Blog: http://weirdvision2001.blogspot.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorIoanaVisan Twitter: https://twitter.com/weirdvision
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