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Kultainen (1993)

Tekijä: Lucius Shepard

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Castle Banat is home to vampire clans of the world & hosts a gathering which took 300 years to plan.There is a vicious murder and so begins a story of fantastical horrors,passionate games & the sexual forces of the vampire!This is a page turner!
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So a vampire story CAN be made interesting. . . ( )
  teafancier | Oct 23, 2021 |
A short but wonderfully rich sci-fi story with an interesting twist of events at the end.

Gabel is the captain of a merchant ship and on a mission to sign a new trade agreement with the ruler of the Kroaseni warrior culture. His only goal is to make enough money from the commission to finally be able to buy his own ship. A surprise attack on his life by opponents of trading with 'outlanders' is foiled by Alander, the beautiful male concubine who was sent to 'warm his bed'.

After Gabel leaves the planet he misses Alander, who seems suddenly more important than his ship. When Gabel is called back to the planet and finds out who Alander really is, suddenly a happy ending becomes possible.

The story is too short to explore the fascinating relationship in more depth. There are hints of telepathy, wizards and a rich background. I wish the story had been longer and the resulting lack of depth is the only reason I have it 4 instead of 5 stars.

I really hope there will be more stories set in this 'world'! ( )
  SerenaYates | Oct 19, 2017 |
One of the better vampire stories I've read. ( )
  nicdevera | Mar 3, 2017 |
The aristocracy of vampires has gathered at the ancient fortress of Castle Banat in the Carpathian Mountains to argue politics and, for some, to partake of the Golden, a woman who has been bred to have blood of a particularly delectable and intoxicating quality. However, when the Golden is discovered murdered one evening, it falls on newly converted vampire Beheim, who was previously a police inspector, to seek out the culprit. He soon learns that this investigation will be like none he conducted as a mortal and that failure could spell his doom.

The first word that comes to mind when thinking about this book is "operatic." The setting of Castle Banat, which is vast and mysterious enough to rival Gormenghast, holds many mysteries, and the intrigues between the vampires are often quite complex. Beheim is an interesting protagonist, largely sympathetic, though flawed; we see these flaws amplified as part of his new existence, and there are times it is easy to wonder if he will cross over from sympathetic to deranged. Shepard's style is up to the task of describing such an grandiose and fascinating story. ( )
  CarlosMcRey | May 22, 2013 |
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The gathering at Castle Banat on the evening of Friday, October 16, 186-, had been more than three centuries in the planning, though only a marginal effort had been directed toward the ceremonial essentials of the affair, its pomp and splendor.
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