The second House of Night Novella from P.C. and Kristin Cast is out today! Lenobia's Vow tells the story of Zoey's favourite professor and the House of Night's powerful horse mistress; finally we get to see how 16-year-old Lenobia became a vampyre!
In 1788, Lenobia's mother placed her on a ship bound to New Orleans. An evil bishop, skilled in Dark magic, is making the same journey. His appetite for beautiful young women forces Lenobia to remain hidden, but she secretly visits the ship's stables, where a handsome young man and his horses capture her attention.
Can they make it to the New World before the bishop discovers her true identity and a powerful evil breaks loose? And will Lenobia follow her heart, even if it puts lives at risk?
Sounds amazing, doesn't it?! You can get your hands on the book today, and because we're really very nice we've got a few teasers for you below…
Her mother glanced around them, then grabbed her daughter’s hand and, in a low, tight voice said, “You must trust me and do exactly as I say.”
“Of-of course I trust you, Mother,” Lenobia said, frightened by the wild look in her mother’s eyes.
"I have always loved you, Lenobia. You are the best, the finest thing in my life. I will think of you and miss you every day, for as long as I live.”
“No, Maman,” Lenobia sobbed. “I cannot say good-bye to you. I cannot do this.”
“You will do this for me. You will live the life I could not give you. Be brave, my beautiful child. Remember who you are.”
“How do I remember who I am if I am pretending to be someone else?” Lenobia cried. Elizabeth stepped back and gently wiped the wetness from her daughter’s cheeks. “You will remember here.” Once more, her mother pressed the palm of her hand against Lenobia’s chest over her heart. “You shall stay true to me, and to yourself, here. In your heart you will always know, always remember. As in mine, I will always know, always remember you.”
Lenobia stared at the ship in awe. All across the top of the hull was a band of blue on which intricate gold filigree was painted that reminded her of flowers and ivy. She could see orange and black and yellow decorating other parts of the hull, as well as the deck. And facing her was the figurehead of a goddess, arms outstretched, gown flowing fiercely in carved and captured wind, she was helmeted as if for war. Lenobia had no idea why, but the sight of the goddess had her breath catching and her heart fluttering.