Dead Camp book 3
To understand the present, you must first understand the past.
As Wewelsburg castle burns, Eli carries Isaiah to safety. So much is lost, Malachi is gone, the Demon from Eli’s terrible past is reborn into a world already at war, and to make matters worse, Gideon is back. Yet, before Eli can even reach the sanctuary of his home, he learns a painful truth about Gideon, the truth of why he left him, and Eli can barely hold onto his own sanity. Eli quickly understands that not everything in life, or death, is black and white, and sometimes to protect the ones we love, we have to make the greatest sacrifice of all.
Something is coming. Eli can feel it, there, in the darkness, taunting him. The truth of his own mysterious identity. But the road to the truth is paved with the pain of a story that he has to hear, a story that will change his perception of history forever, a story of great love, and a story of two lovers who died to change the world. He does not want to hear it, he does not want to believe it, but if he is to understand who he was, if he is to understand why he was made Vampire, he has no choice but to listen as history unfolds before him.
With Morbius close at his heals, the truth is finally out, and Eli can either allow himself to be crushed beneath the burden of his own identity, or allow the world to be consumed by the evil knocking at his door.
Death is just the beginning - love is the end.
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Publisher: Extasy Books
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Badass Hero, Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Hero and the Great Quest, Hurt / Comfort, Love Triangle, Second Chances, Villain to Hero, Friends to Lovers
Word Count: 89314
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Running, again. All my life, running. Paderborn forest flashed by in a blur of verdant violence that hurt my retinas it looked so lush, so majestic, all so fucking beautiful. It made my skin crawl. Everything around me looked so bloody…green. That was Eli’s thing, not mine. I preferred the immutable hardness of concrete, the undeniable strength of steel, give me brick and marble as opposed to never-ending trees and grey mountains, anytime.
While Eli cowered from the world surrounded by the thick stone walls of Alte, I hide amidst the pumping hearts of the living, yet we both remained fugitives against our own history. The truth, that thing that I feared for so very long, finally there for all to see, fucking us in the ass. History now hammered at our door, and nothing could keep it at bay.READ MORE
How much did my blood reveal? How much of the truth did he drink? The look on his face as my blood hit the back of his throat, it burned my flesh away to reveal the liar he always suspected me to be. I saw it in his eyes, it blossomed there like a bad joke, the dawning realization of all that I had kept from him, the sudden knowledge that I made him.
Still, not all the truth filled his mouth. That shit storm would come soon enough, more crap than I could shake a stick at. Everything that happened in Judea, everything that transpired in London, all of it, all of it there for him to see at last. A stranger once told me that the truth would eventually bleed out, no matter how far from Eli I ran, and there I stood, bleeding.
“Don’t let me go back to Eli,” I asked of him.
“You love him that much?”
“Yes.” I did love him that much, enough to spend twenty-six years entombed in a block of ice.
It was my choice, my decision. To remain free meant returning to Eli, for I could not resist his pull any longer, and they would have followed me, as they always followed me, straight into the arms of my beloved Eli. I could not allow that to happen. I had to protect Eli at all costs.
Centuries of love, and still not enough time. A man must know his worth. A man must know his own name. A man must learn the truth of his own heart. I remained but a teacher, and Eli my pupil, and now I would have to set him free.
My God, had it come to that? The end, finally here? The weight of history pounding at the door, I could hear it, I could feel it tearing at my skin, trying to get in, telling me that it was over, that Eli no longer needed me. Time. Fucking time. Endless bloody time. Now, there was none. I was free, running through the forest towards him, towards one of the most important figures that history had ever known. So yes, the time had come, my freedom proved that, but it was the pain in my heart that told me so.
I stopped, my world spinning around me in a dizzying frenzy of utter panic. Bile filled my mouth. The final end. History, about to convulse in agony, and we would be at the centre of it.
They would be coming for me. They would be coming for Eli. They would be coming for the Spear.
I felt the cold fingers of fear grip my chest and squeeze my heart with cruel intent. The pain, so sharp, so terrifying, ripped through my body until I lay on my knees gasping, trembling, blinded by agony and helpless. My hands dug into the nearest tree, fingers digging into the bark, digging into the wood, until the sap ran freely over my knuckles, the tree indelibly wounded, as I myself lay ineradicably wounded. The thing, the splinter, moving inside me, burning its way through me, seeking out my Vampire heart, ate away at my resolve, and offered me visons of a past mortality.
Blood drawn to blood. History drawn to history. Death drawn to death.
I heaved myself to my feet, determined to move, determined to go on. There was still time, time for me to tell my story, time for me to lay it bare before the one I loved. Time for him to forgive me.
For so long I denied Eli my blood, but in that one moment of pity, as he lay on that hill above the ruins of the camp, tired, desperate, I allowed him to feed. My blood is strong, the strongest of us all, and it filled his mind with so much information, all of it so fleeting and momentary, a cacophony of images that would burn anyone less than he. Thank fuck he did not have time to see it all, not there, on that mountainside under the shadow of so much death, it would not seem fitting somehow.
It would not befit the man that he used to be.
I feared what it would do to him, the knowledge of his own identity. If he had looked into my blood long enough, he would have seen the burden of his own dark history staring back at him, and I feared that it would destroy him now as surely as it destroyed him then, all those years ago in a world that did not know any better. It remained a burden that killed a part of me with every passing day. I lost Eli on the day I turned him, and from the moment that he first looked upon me with his Vampire eyes, I knew that he could never truly be mine. Another owned his heart, and the truth of it tortured me for hundreds of years. Eli was but on loan, until the day that another should claim him as their own.
That stranger in Rome, he knew, he knew this day would come -- he knew everything, that funny little man who became my friend.
Ronnica on Goodreads wrote:
Maggie Lane rated it it was amazing
To say I am in complete awe of this writer would be an extreme understatement. After reading Dead Camp Book 1 & 2, I was desperately waiting to get my hands on Book 3, as the Author kept inferring that we would get all the answers. Well, did we get answers, OMG! we sure got answers. Of course I am not going to reveal here now what those answers are, sorry. I wish I had the words to describe all the emotions that I experienced whilst reading Book 3, like 1 & 2, there of course was that very dry English humour, where you would burst out laughing at any given time and those subtle references of songs gone by, how bloody fantastic.. I want to invade Sean Kerr's mind to find out how he made a plethora of Religious events and a war torn horrific time in our History into a novel that has so many twists and turns that your mind is spinning. He is a veritable wordsmith of the highest power. This is not a read for the feint of heart or if you are looking for hearts and flowers, you will not find it here. What you will find is an inspiring novel written by a genius with an incredible, believable story to tell. Now of course I want Book 4. Are we ever happy? (less)
Pat Johnson on Goodreads wrote:
Ronnica rated it it was amazing
OMG, I have no words that will do this book justice. It is breath taking. This author has a way of making you feel like a shadow watching the book play out. These books can easily be put into a movie, just how everything flows, it's just epic. Warning there are some ugly major crying going on, But you can't stop reading even through the blurriness of your tears. From book 1 to book 3 has been a journey to see what happens to each character. The people you may have not liked in book 1 and 2, you now fall in love with. And the people you love you now feel a deeper connection with. This book is MUST HAVE in your collection. Recommended HIGHLY. Another Warning: Wont be able to put it down, so stock up on snack food (less)
Faye on Goodreads wrote:
Pat Johnson rated it it was amazing
Have been waiting for this latest book from Sean Kerr
As with Sean's previous two books this was just as intense.
Sean researches the history thoroughly and his heart goes into all the words.
I will leave no teasers .
Its passionate , fervent and quite violent but so well written that you fall into the pages .
Now can't wait for the next books in this series.
Extremely enjoyable and Sean writes the sexual parts extremely well !
Faye rated it it was amazing
OMG.. 10 Stars and I'm still reeling from this absolutely great book..
Mr Kerr is an awesome writer, that's amazing with words. How the hell do I write a review without giving up spoilers. lol The story continues in the aftermath of the battle recedes as Eli watches Malichi walk away from him. The guilt and hurt are all there for Eli This is a complex story line of Eli, Gideon, Ethan, Melek and the others weaving life in times in history. Two Questions kept popping up throughout this book, Who is Eli? and Whats so special about the spear? Yes I have to admit that tissues where used with this book you'll definitely need them. OMG wow moments where awesome too especially as their identity's are revealed and at the start of the book. Gideon's story-line was..... sorry I have no words to describe (without giving it away). You totally need to read this AWESOME SERIES by Sean Kerr. I'll be looking forward to the next book to see what happens next. (less)