“Over the village, the Amsel castle behaves as the
moon would, it seems visible from everywhere. In the past served to defend this
land against Ottomans and Hungarians, but nowadays the villagers do not live
comfortable under its shadow…”
“While I write I can see the jagged silhouette of the
fortress trough my window and I think again that maybe I´m pretending to do
something monstrous”
In this new chapter of Ludja, a couple of travelers
crossing Europe to reach the kind of village which is left out of the maps
without name, the kind of place where time itself behaves in a strange way,
even allowing that, sometimes, something that should not exist finds its way to
do it… again.
Still inspired by a classical conception of vampirism,
in this chapter we will see the representation of one of this moments which can
be found in many of the old movies of the genre, the moment of the return, when
what remains as ashes grows again tangling in forgotten bones till it regains
its flesh, face, and hunger. With an erotic variant, of course… if blood it´s
not enough, which other seed of life could make that what is dead ceases to be?
I hope you like it, and I hope you forgive me if I
remind you that, if it´s so, if you decide to support me on Patreon, one single
dollar from you will be the seed of life for me, and it will help me to go on
with this novel. :)
