j. l. navarro

Countess Adriana Neruda: A Vampire's Tale














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In La Boca del Diablo, on the seventh floor of the Hotel Nebula, flossing her perfect teeth, admiring her stumpy fangs, on the first day of The 10th Annual Real Vampires Convention, Countess Adriana Neruda was beside herself with excitement.  She was a middle-aged woman with raven black hair who looked remarkably youthful for her age, and she also happened to be a very real, very much alive vampire. 

 

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This story is included in The Blood Cake Vendor and Other Stories.  

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