![]() ![]() She wanted nothing more than to be in her bed. With the window and shutters closed tight and the candle lit, the freezing air from outside still crept in, turning Ruxandra’s breath into fog as she tried to call her mind to order. Winter had enveloped the convent, and the cold had wrapped itself around all the buildings, leaving the nuns and initiates huddling together for warmth. The cold of the stones bit at her knees through her thick woolen skirt and cloak. This was the last night she would spend in the small, plain, whitewashed room. Princess Ruxandra Dracula knelt in front of the cross in her initiate’s cell. ![]() ![]() Our Lady of the Mountains Convent, near Bucharest What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt? Interior layout and design by Colleen Sheehan of Write Dream Repeat Book Design No part of this work may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher.Īmazon, the Amazon logo, Kindle Scout, and Kindle Press are trademarks of, Inc., or its affiliates. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Special thanks to Kindle Press for this amazing opportunity. Princess Dracula © 2017 by John Patrick Kennedy ![]()
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