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The story is this: She had become aware of a group of students sneaking outdoors in the middle of the night. They had grown brazen and secretive, challenging her authority. She believed they were meeting local boys in the woods at night, and so she secretly followed them. However, she somehow lost her way, and according to Miss Markam—who by rights should have been intoxicated into oblivion by now but somehow was as calm and sober as I unfortunately am now—she came upon what she described as a cache of corpses: “human bodies cast about like discarded husks.” I quote her, for I remember it exactly. That is not the sort of utterance one is likely to forget. When she spoke of how pale they were, I could not keep my mind from remembering the unnatural pallor of the poor victims we saw this spring. And that word:
husks.
It seemed so very apt. She mentioned bruising and cuts, and quite specifically told me that this damage was done about the neck, just under the ear. She believed they had been murdered, and all in the same manner.
I was pondering this shock when she delivered another. She had previously mentioned the name of the school, but I had not taken note of it. It struck me belatedly. Emma, I can tell you I felt a sick feeling come over me. This could not be coincidence. The Blackbriar School for Girls, Emma, darling—that was where she was employed, and I know you know the name well. Do you recall lamenting to me that your mother had attended this very school when she was a girl, and it had been your dearest wish to follow in your footsteps but your stepmother had forbidden it?

The mention of my mother landed in the center of my chest like the thump of a fist. I gasped out loud, my jaw jerking open. I had not been prepared for that. My beautiful tragic mother was something of an obsession with me. She had haunted me all of my life, even more so now that I had learned the truth about her. It was a terrible truth.

My hands began to tremble, making it necessary to lay Sebastian’s letter flat on the table, with my fingers splayed over it to hold it steady.

So there I was, quite overset to realize I was distressingly sober, and I am afraid I made a dreadful decision, one for which I pray you not to despise me. I said, and I quote myself precisely, “I may know of someone whose knowledge in these things may be helpful.” She grasped my hands so piteously, and I was glad I had made the offer of aid.
Soon after, we were discovered. Miss Markam, being the sister of my hostess, was quickly borne away to her bedchamber to sleep off her indisposition. I, being a man, was looked upon with disapproval and left alone with the rest of the whiskey. Not long after, a maid found me and handed me the enclosed papers, which she informed me Miss Markam had torn from her journal and sent to me, with the intention of my making good on my mention of seeing the information into your hands in the event you could be of any service.
I have neither seen nor heard from her since that night, and for all I know she is mad and I am a fool. But I cannot help thinking that this is what anyone would have said of each of us just a few months ago when we were chasing monsters about the Wiltshire downs. My mind no longer has the luxury of dismissing the insane.
So I give you these pages. I will tell you I did not read them, and not because of any sense of honor or integrity. My Lord, you know me better than that. Quite simply, I am a coward. I want no part of it. I will stay here in Town until Christmastide, when I will feast and be jolly with my new man. I will think no more of this matter, for I have delivered this intelligence into your hands and my duty is done.

I smiled softly despite my troubled mind. Sebastian had a very amusing flourish, and I could imagine if he were here to speak these words, he would do so with gesticulating hands and a moue of disdain worthy of a king. He meant none of it, of course, as the proceeding lines bore out.

But should you need me, and you have exhausted every other aid and imaginable resource, then I shall be of what little service my humble self can provide. You have but to call.

The reference to himself as humble won a dry chuckle from me, as Sebastian had intended it would. He signed the letter “With Affection” and then his loopy, bold signature.

So it was Sebastian who called me home.

Acknowledgments

W
riting a novel is not as much of a solitary process as one might think. Like Emma, I have my band of compatriots, each of whom played a role in the writing of this book.

I want to thank Christina Hogrebe at Jane Rotrosen Agency for her suggestions and enthusiastic representation. Big thanks go to Kate Nintzel at HarperCollins. Her insightful additions and editorial expertise have been invaluable not only to the book but also to the series as a whole.

I owe a great debt to the people who helped me during the writing of the book, all of them excellent writers in their own right. They are Krisann McFarland, Kate Klemm, Lori Kaiser, and Kay Cochran. They contributed so much to my writing that I wonder where I would be without them. More than that, they are dear friends and I count myself lucky to have them. Much love to Donna Birdsell and Sally Stotter, both of whom made significant contributions.

Very special thanks to my family: Kelly (whose key suggestions got me on the right track early on), Lindsey (who in
troduced me to other vampires), and Luke (who played a lot of video games and left me alone to write). I saved the best for last: my husband did the most. He debated, discussed, and pondered with me the various points of development in this Emma Andrews idea. His input was instrumental in pounding out everything from the basic concept to the final read. For this and so many other things—thank you, Mick.

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Credits

Cover design by Adam Johnson

Cover photographs: Sandford Orcas Manor, Dorset © Simon Marsden/The Marsden Archive, UK/ The Bridgeman Art Library International; woman © Dougal Waters/Getty Images

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DESCENT INTO DUST. Copyright © 2010 by Jacqueline Navin. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Lepore, Jacqueline.

Descent into dust / Jacqueline Lepore.—1st ed.

    p. cm.

ISBN 978-0-06-187812-1

1. Vampires—Fiction. 2. Great Britain—History—Victoria, 1837–1901—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3612.E64D47     c2010

813’.6—dc22        2009029005

EPub Edition © January 2010 ISBN: 978-0-06-198618-5

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

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