Raven Blood – Awakened in the Dead of Night
by Marcel Weyers
Volume 1 of the Raven-Saga
eBook, published in August 2014
Copyright © Marcel Weyers, 2014
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Editors:
Jeska Brendt J. Belonio, Professional Content
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The characters and incidents portrayed in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or have been fictionalized. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.
Marcel Weyers is an author, translator, editor, and video game developer. In 2011, his debut novel “Shadows” was released, which was the start of a trilogy.
For various video game developers, he translated free and commercial video games into German, including visual novels. His video game series “Sleepless Night” was translated into more than 10 languages. For more information, please visit the Raven-Saga on Facebook or www.marcel-weyers.de.
Also by Marcel Weyers:
The Shadow Trilogy
Shadows
Shadow Chasers
Shadow Land
Depths of Forever
Salem, Massachusetts
Times have changed quite a lot. The 21st century will certainly not become my most favorite era, although the technical achievements do have their perks. This night is relatively quiet. Every now and then, a car drives along the streets beneath me. I may not have the best view up here on the roof of this old church, but it suffices. The light of the moon mixes with that of the streetlights, and becomes a poisonous yellow. I liked this town better in the 17th century, but I better get used to it. After all, I’ll have to spend some years in this one.
One advantage of immortality? You get to know many incredible people from every epoch. The disadvantage? Eventually, everyone will be dead.
Thus, I broke loose of cultivating contact with humans. As amusing as they might be, all of them are fugacious. Smirking, I stretch out my wings, and let myself fall from the rooftop.
Tonight, however, everything changes. I had almost given up with my search. One might have guessed that one day I would meet one of them here in Salem – this town is cursed, in sooth. I see the tiny, black shock of hair beneath me.
A trained eye would recognize her immediately, and I, who have been dealing with those beings all my life, have no doubt. Yes, it is her, indeed. The first witch after more than three hundred years.