Jasper Kent è uno scrittore la cui opera approfondisce le complessità dell'esperienza umana, esplorando spesso regni storici e fantastici. Il suo background scientifico ha informato un approccio meticoloso al suo mestiere, intrecciando narrazioni complesse che sfidano e affascinano i lettori. La prosa di Kent è nota per la sua profondità e qualità immersiva, che attira il pubblico in mondi meticolosamente costruiti e scenari stimolanti. È un narratore avvincente la cui voce distintiva risuona in coloro che cercano narrativa intellettualmente stimolante ed emotivamente coinvolgente.
Russia - 1917.Mihail Konstantinovich Danilov - who himself carries Romanov blood - welcomes the prospect of a new regime.But the curse that infects the blood of the Romanovs cannot be so easily forgotten and Mihail soon discovers that it - that he - may become the means by which a terror once thought eradicated might be resurrected .
. . Neither has he felt the sun on his face for more than fifty . . . Not to release him, but to return him to St Petersburg - to deliver him into the hands of an old, old enemy who would visit damnation upon the ruling family of Russia: the great vampire Zmyeevich. They call themselves The People's Will .
1825 – Europe and Russia have been at peace for ten years. Bonaparte is long dead and the threat of invasion is no more. For Colonel Aleksei Ivanovich Danilov, life is peaceful. Not only have the French been defeated but so have the twelve monstrous creatures he once fought alongside, and then against, ten or more years ago. His duty is still to serve and to protect his tsar, Aleksandr the First. But now the one who was betrayed by the Romanovs has returned to exact revenge for what has been denied him. And for Aleksei, knowing this chills his very soul. For it seems the vile pestilence that once threatened all he believed in and all he held dear has returned, thirteen years later…
Russia 1855. After forty years of peace in Europe, war rages. In the Crimea, the city of Sevastopol is besieged. In the north, Saint Petersburg is blockaded. But in Moscow there is one who needs only to sit and wait—wait for the death of an aging tsar, and for the curse upon his blood to be passed to a new generation. As their country grows weaker, a brother and sister—each unaware of the other’s existence—must come to terms with the legacy left to them by their father. In Moscow, Tamara Valentinovna Lavrova uncovers a brutal murder and discovers that it is not the first in a sequence of similar crimes, merely the latest, carried out by a killer who has stalked the city since 1812. And in Sevastopol, Dmitry Alekseevich Danilov faces not only the guns of the combined armies of Britain and France, but must also make a stand against creatures that his father had thought long buried beneath the earth, thirty years before.
God would deliver him - would deliver Russia - and he would make Russia into the country that the Almighty wanted it to be. The French have been defeated, as have the twelve monstrous creatures he once fought alongside - and then against - all those years before. Aleksandr cannot forget a promise: a promise sealed in blood ...
But in Moscow there is one who needs only to sit and wait - wait for the death of an aging tsar, and for the curse upon his blood to be passed to a new generation.
Sono dodici. Hanno gli stessi nomi degli apostoli. Vengono da una terra selvaggia, la Valacchia, ai confini dell’Europa cristiana. Sono mercenari, si fanno chiamare Oprièniki, come la guardia personale di Ivan il Terribile, combattono solo di notte, e la loro ferocia senza limiti gela il sangue ai nemici e agli alleati. Ma il capitano Aleksej Ivanoviè Danilov e i suoi commilitoni non hanno alternative: e l’autunno del 1812, la Grande Armée ha invaso la Russia, e ogni mezzo e lecito pur di rallentare l’avanzata di Napoleone verso Mosca. Quando osserva gli Oprièniki all’opera contro i francesi, Aleksej ripensa alle creature leggendarie che hanno terrorizzato generazioni di bambini russi: i vurdalak che torturano le loro vittime prima di dissanguarle. Forse non si trattava di leggende. E forse i nemici più pericolosi da affrontare non sono di questo mondo.
