title: Darklands: A Vampire's Tale
author:  Donna Burgess 
description: <b><i>"Darklands" </i></b>is a fabulous urban fantasy novel, full off violence, paranormal creatures and fabulous sexual scenes. I was captured from the first page. I had to finish the book to see how this was going to end." --Natasja's Book Blog<br /><br />This was an engrossing story from beginning to end... it draws you in deeply to the storyline and doesn't let go until the final page... I highly recommend this to those looking for an exciting read...<br />B+<br /> --Words of Wisdom....from The Scarf Princess<br /><br /><span><i><b><i>D</i>arklands </b></i>was definitely a change of pace. The tone wasgritty, dark, and violent, with several cringe-worthy moments...</span><span>I would recommend <i>it</i> to fans of urban fantasy and horror, and vampire romance looking for something darker. </span><span></span><span> </span> --Book of Secrets<br /><br />Burgess was new to me and she definitely impressed me. I look forward to more of her work, vampire's specifically! --Leilani Loves Books<br /><br />I was so exhausted with the "pretty" emo lacy vampires of fiction that I thought, <i>that's it! I'm never reading another one! I quit</i>!<br /><br />Along comes Burgess with a story satisfyingly violent, gory enough to thrill, and sadistic enough to stir the audience to the darker yearnings of the villain and the hero alike. --<i>The Scarlet Libertine </i>
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  > **Contents**
  
   _Prologue_
  
  Chapter 1
  
  Chapter 2
  
  Chapter 3
  
  Chapter 4
  
  Chapter 5
  
  Chapter 6
  
  Chapter 7
  
  Chapter 8
  
  Chapter 9
  
  Chapter 10
  
  Chapter 11
  
  Chapter 12
  
  Chapter 13
  
  Chapter 14
  
  Chapter 15
  
  Chapter 16
  
  Chapter 17
  
  Chapter 18
  
  Chapter 19
  
   _An Excerpt from_ About A Vampire
  
   _About the Author_
  
   _By Lynsay Sands_
  
   _Copyright_
  
   _About the Publisher_
  
  > **Prologue**
  
  Saidh had just caught up her skirt and started to squat when she heard it: a
  man’s short, sharp shout that sounded like a death cry. Cold creeping down the
  back of her neck, she let her skirt drop and straightened, ears straining. At
  first there was nothing. No running feet, no sounds of battle, nothing to tell
  her what had happened, and then she caught a high keening that dissolved into
  weeping.
  
  Cursing, Saidh pulled her sword from the scabbard at her waist and started
  through the woods, following the sound of those heart-wrenching sobs. She
  recognized them, knew their sour