Blood Games [NOOK Book]

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Since 1978, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro has produced about two dozen novels and numerous short stories detailing the life of a character first introduced to the reading world as Le Comte de Saint-Germain. We first meet him in Paris during the reign of Louis XV when he is, apparently, a wealthy, worldly, charismatic aristocrat, envied and desired by many but fully known to none. In fact, he is a vampire, born in the Carpathian Mountains in 2119 BCE, turned in his late thirties in 2080 BCE, and destined to roam the world ...
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Overview

Since 1978, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro has produced about two dozen novels and numerous short stories detailing the life of a character first introduced to the reading world as Le Comte de Saint-Germain. We first meet him in Paris during the reign of Louis XV when he is, apparently, a wealthy, worldly, charismatic aristocrat, envied and desired by many but fully known to none. In fact, he is a vampire, born in the Carpathian Mountains in 2119 BCE, turned in his late thirties in 2080 BCE, and destined to roam the world forever, watching and participating in history and, through the author, giving us an amazing perspective on the time tapestry of human civilization. In Blood Games, beginning during the reign of Nero, Saint-Germain finds his way through the political turmoil of the time and becomes the lover of the incomparable Atta Olivia Clemens.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781480494947
  • Publisher: Open Road Media
  • Publication date: 4/1/2014
  • Series: Saint-Germain Cycle , #3
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 490
  • Sales rank: 263,685
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Chelsea Q. Yarbro is the first woman to be named a Living Legend by the International Horror Guild and is one of only two women ever to be named as Grand Master of the World Horror Convention (2003). In 1995, Yarbro was the only novelist guest of the Romanian government for the First World Dracula Congress, sponsored by the Transylvanian Society of Dracula, the Romanian Bureau of Tourism, and the Romanian Ministry of Culture. Yarbro is best known as the creator of the heroic vampire the Count Saint-Germain. With her creation of Saint-Germain, she delved into history and vampiric literature and subverted the standard myth to invent the first vampire who was more honorable, humane, and heroic than most of the humans around him. She fully meshed the vampire with romance and accurately detailed historical fiction, and filtered it through a feminist perspective that made both the giving of sustenance and its taking of equal erotic potency. A professional writer since 1968, Yarbro has worked in a wide variety of genres, from science fiction to Westerns, from young adult adventure to historical horror. A skeptical occultist for forty years, Yarbro has studied everything from alchemy to zoomancy, and in the late 1970s worked occasionally as a professional tarot card reader and palmist at the Magic Cellar in San Francisco.
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Blood Games


By Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

Warner Aspect

Copyright © 1979 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-61379-7


Chapter One

DUSK HAD FALLEN, turning the very air of Rome an intense blue in the last struggle of day with night. The evening was warm and the breath of the city pungent, but the air in the Greek-style atrium smelled of cinnamon, scented by the dozen little braziers where incense burned. Now the slaves were busy lighting the hanging lanterns and setting out the low tables beside the couches where the guests would recline for the banquet.

Petronius strolled through the atrium, half-smiling as he watched the slaves work. He was tall for a Roman, with fashionably cut brown hair that was touched with gray now. At thirty-four his attractive face had a curiously unfinished look and his dark blue eyes were tired and old under straight brows. Rather than a toga, he wore a charioteer's tunica, but instead of rough linen, his was made of fine white silk. He stopped beside the fountain and sniffed at the water as he caught it in one hand. A faint scent of jasmine perfumed the fountain. Satisfied with the fragrance, Petronius stepped back. Near him, hanging on the bough of a blooming peach tree, a tintinnabulum sounded its little phallic chimes as the evening breeze touched it. Petronius reached out and negligently tweaked the branch so that the tiny silver bells jangled together. He was about to go to the kitchens at the back of the house when his houseman, an old Greek slave called Artemidorus, stopped him.

"Master, a visitor," said Artemidorus as he hurried into the atrium.

"A visitor? Not a guest?" The banquet would not begin for almost an hour, and it was more usual for the guests to arrive late than early. "Who is it?"

The houseman bowed slightly. "A Senator." Petronius sighed. "What does he want?" For he undoubtedly wanted something, which was part of the price exacted of those who stood high in the young Emperor's esteem. "He did not say, master. Shall I refuse him?" The old Greek was eager to do so, and he smiled as he asked. "No, better not. He'll only come back later and be more insistent. Show him ... where? ... into the receiving room, I guess, and tell him I'll be with him shortly. It would be a pleasure to keep him waiting, but with guests coming ..." He felt resigned to the company of the Senator.

"Artemidorus, do you know which Senator this is?" The houseman paused. "Yes. I know him." He said it with distaste, and the faintest sign of fear.

"Aaaah." Petronius drew the word out. "Tell me." "It is Cornelius Justus Silius." There was more disgust in his voice.

"What can that old ferret want with me?" he wondered aloud. "Bring him here, then. And make no attempt to hide our activities. He will want me to include him, and it will be a great pleasure to decline." He motioned Artemidorus away and signaled one of the slaves to bring a chair from the house.

"Just the one?" the slave asked, leaving off rubbing the tables with lemon rind.

"For the Senator," Petronius said sweetly, then chose the nearest couch and sank down upon it.

He did not have long to wait for his inopportune visitor. Very shortly Artemidorus returned, escorting the Senator Cornelius Justus Silius. "Good evening, Justus," Petronius said, indicating the chair the slave had brought.

Justus eyed the chair, fuming at this minor, casual insult. The Senator was an expert in such matters, having over the years learned how to dash hopes with the lift of his brows. He was close to fifty now, and had weathered three severe political storms since he had come to the Senate twenty-three years before. With a slight shrug of his heavy shoulders he took the chair, concealing his dislike of Petronius with a condescending smile. "I heard you were expecting guests, and so I won't stay."

Petronius leaned back on the couch and watched Justus through narrowed eyes.

"I have a minor problem, and ordinarily I wouldn't trouble you with it, but I haven't been much in the imperial presence of late, and you're more familiar with the latest ..."

"Gossip? Quirks? Outrages?" Petronius suggested. "Imperial tastes!" Justus snapped. "I'm planning on sponsoring a few days of Great Games, and as editor, I would want to present those encounters that would most please the Emperor, particularly if you can suggest some novelty that would satisfy Nero. I'd be much appreciative, Petronius. And while I'm not a rich man-"

"What would you call rich?" Petronius interrupted with a disarming smile. "You have eight estates and your family has always been wealthy, hasn't it? I had not heard that you had suffered any misfortune of late."

Justus moved uncomfortably and adjusted his toga. "It's true that I have some substance, but my lamentable cousin did much to compromise our name when he made that ill-considered alliance with Messalina ... Claudius ruined that woman, and Gaius should have realized it." He watched Petronius closely.

"That was years ago," his reluctant host said, sounding bored. "Nero is not overly attentive to the glorification of Divus Claudius. Surely a man of your rank and substance does not need a kind word from me."

"Not a kind word, no," Justus said heavily. "But the Great Games must be spectacular and original enough to bring me recognition once more."

"Why? Are you plotting again?" He asked it lightly, with elegant mockery, but the question was serious.

"I?" Justus shook his head, an expression of gentle sagacity on his rough-hewn features. "No. I should think the family has learned its lesson by now. We know what plots lead to."

"But you seek to return to Nero's notice," Petronius pointed out politely.

"That's a different matter." Justus gave Petronius a measuring look. He had heard that Titus Petronius Niger was more subtle than he seemed and more intelligent than was thought. There were those verses, of course, and strange, sarcastic tales he was said to have written. He decided on another tack. "It does me no good at all to sit back, tend my estates and go to the Senate upon occasion if I don't have a sensible relationship with Nero. Think a moment.

He could seize my lands, imprison me or my wife, or both of us, he could decide that he must have all my revenues, leaving me not precisely a beggar, but close enough. If he is well-inclined on my behalf, then I need have no worries. It would be a great weight off my mind. I confess, since I've married again, I've felt a growing need to make my position secure, not for myself, of course, but for Olivia, who is certainly destined to outlive me." "Your first two wives didn't," Petronius observed.

"Corinna is still alive. It may appear cruel to divorce a madwoman, but there, what could I do? I had no heirs and was not likely to get them with her. She is well-tended and I have reports from those set to care for her." He did not want to talk about his first two wives, but it would be unwise to avoid the subject. He knew Roman opinion came out of gossip and rumors, and he could not afford any more hints that Corinna's insanity and Valentina's death were his fault. "Valentina, well, nothing but good of the dead, naturally. An unfortunate young woman."

"All your friends must hope that Olivia will not be similarly unfortunate." Petronius decided that he did not like Cornelius Justus Silius. He had long considered the old Senator an unpleasant and self-serving man, but this latest hypocrisy for his wives was ugly. Only the most cynical Roman would feel anything but pity for Atta Olivia Clemens, who at age twenty had been all but sold to Justus by her high-bred but ruined family.

"The welfare of my wife is my concern," Justus said tightly.

"Yes, it is," Petronius agreed. "But about these Games you mentioned ...?"

"I would want to have them in June, before it is too hot to enjoy them. It may be a little late to start, but with your assistance I'm certain that a creditable number of contests can be arranged. I've already spoken to the masters at the Great School and the Dacian School and they tell me that my fighters are ready to appear in the arena. I watched a retiarius work out with a secutor, and was quite pleased. The retiarius handled his net like a veteran and when the secutor pulled the trident out of his hands, he was still able to immobilize him with the net. They train well at the Dacian School, just as well as the Great School. The secutor ... I saw him out of his armor. A great beast of a man, some sort of bastard German, and itching for a real fight. I may want to have a closer look at that one. They call him Arnax, but I gather it's a nickname: his native one is probably unpronounceable."

His eyes were distant, lingering on the hard muscles and brutish face of his German secutor.

Petronius' soft, lazy voice interrupted his thoughts. "You can't have an entire course of Games depending on your fighters alone." He had seen the expression change on Justus' face and it confirmed his suspicions. "You'll have to arrange for others, as well. The masters of the Schools should be able to tell you who has fighters ready to go. The Bestiarii School will have new talents just now, too. I know of a Lusitanian who works with trained bears. He hasn't been seen too much. I think that Marcus Sextus Marco owns him, but I may be wrong." He knew for a fact that the Lusitanian bear trainer had been sold a few days before to an unnamed buyer, but it pleased him to think he could send Justus on a fool's errand.

"Bears? That's a start, I suppose." Justus shifted in the chair and wished that Petronius would send for wine. "That foreigner, Ragoczy Saint-Germain Franciscus, surely you've met him?" Petronius said with sly condescension.

"He has a very special charioteer, an Armenian woman with her own team of horses. I've only seen her once. You might find out if he'll let you have her for your Games. He's got access to animals, too, if you're planning to have a venation. Ordinary wild beasts are no longer interesting, unless you have a tribe of pygmies to hunt them.

See if Franciscus can find you a few unusual animals for the hunt."

Justus nodded slowly. He had considered opening his Games with something other than a hunt, even though it was traditional, but might reconsider. "No, I don't know this fellow. A foreigner, you say?"

"Apparently from Dacia, but not a Daci himself. His body slave is the most arrogant Egyptian in Rome. Where have you been, Senator? Franciscus has been in Rome almost a year, and you say you haven't met him?" Petronius was enjoying his unwelcome guest's discomfort. He decided to make it worse. "He has been asked by the Emperor himself to teach him to play the Egyptian harp."

"Nero and music!" Justus scoffed, doing his best to ignore an unpleasant twinge of anxiety. "He will tire of it, and then this foreigner will look elsewhere for society." "Perhaps." As he propped himself on his elbow, Petronius caught sight of Artemidorus gesturing impatiently from the other side of the garden. Time was getting short, he knew, and his guests would arrive soon.

Justus would have liked to object knowledgeably, yet could not. To any other man he would have shown an angry face and a rude departure, but he could not afford to alienate this infuriating man who lounged so insolently before him. "He has access to animals, you say?"

"Bacchus alone knows where he gets them. Tiger horses, white bears, tigers of all sorts, thick-coated leopards from beyond Hind, camels, Scythian hounds, broad-antlered deer from the far north, great elk from Britannia, he can get them all, and more besides. He claims to have blood relatives everywhere to do his bidding." Petronius laughed low in his throat.

The list was astonishing. Justus listened greedily, wondering how he might approach this foreigner. "It would be a splendid venation, with such animals," he said reflectively.

"Certainly one of your Blue friends will give you the introduction you wish. Not that the Blues are doing so well," he added sweetly. "Green, however ..."

"Nero belongs to the Greens," Justus snapped. "No one dares award too many prizes to the other racing companies.

The Blue faction did well enough when Claudius was alive." For a moment he dwelt on the pettiness of the young Emperor and his blatant favor for his racing corporation. The factions were quite old, he reminded himself, and had survived longer than the Emperors.

"Of course," Petronius said soothingly. "I merely thought you might heed a gentle warning." He waited for Justus to interrupt, and when this did not happen, he went on, "If you must remain with the Blues, be a little circumspect with Nero. His devotion to the Greens is real, you know."

Justus all but snorted. "A foolish desire left over from his childhood."

"He still wears his hair like a charioteer," Petronius said. "His interest, believe me, is not idle. If you cannot respect that, think twice about trying to win his favor." He toyed with the silk tassel that hung from the knotted cord around his waist. "Was there anything else, Senator?"

While Claudius had been Caesar, no one would have dared to speak to Justus in that tone, but the world had changed. Justus tried to swallow his wrath. "Not of immediate importance, no. I am, naturally, grateful for the time you've given me."

Petronius doubted it, but nodded an offhanded acknowledgment. He waited for Justus to rise so he could bring this annoying interview to an end.

"There is one thing ..." Justus said with a deliberately casual wave of his hand.

"I thought there might be." Petronius swallowed a sigh. "What is it, Senator? I regret that I haven't much more time to spare."

As if in response to a cue, Artemidorus hurried into the atrium. "Master, forgive my interruption, but the Greek pantomimes are here."

"Take them to my reception room, will you, Artemidorus? I won't be much longer. If they want to prepare themselves, they may use the solarium." He looked back at Justus. "What else was it you wanted?"

"By the Balls of Mars! ..." Justus forced himself to stop this outburst. "Forgive me. I was impetuous." He grabbed at his spread knees through the folds of his toga. "The matter is, well, somewhat delicate."

"I would hardly have thought myself worthy of your confidence," Petronius remarked, anticipating the request that was to come.

"I'm not a young man," Justus said heavily. "No, not any longer. Yet I have a young wife." He paused portentously. "She is a creature of ... appetites. The young so often are. I find that my energy is not what it was ..."

Petronius felt an unaccustomed disgust as he recalled all the whispers he had heard about Cornelius Justus Silius. "If you mean that you like to watch hired men rape your wife so that you can satisfy yourself with her"-he ignored the sputtered objection that Justus began-"you must ask others to help you."

Justus was now too angry to guard his tongue. "A man with your reputation! Telling me that you will not pander to my-"

"I am the official arbiter of elegance, Senator. Elegance. Paying your gladiators to brutalize Atta Olivia Clemens hardly comes under my jurisdiction.

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2006

    Mixture of History and story

    I have been a St. Germain fan for about 20 years. I feel that this is the best work Chelsea Quinn Yarboro is this title. The interplay of story lines, character development and painting of the scenes is perfect for books in this genere. But, what makes this most excellent is the research she must have done to add in the history and culture of the times of the Roman empire. A must read and thrilling read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2012

    Yarbo...

    A name i came across in a dusty used bookstore. It was an epic tale ...all of it. And there were MORE. It took until e-books to complete my collection. And "Magnificat" IS ICING ON THE CAKE?

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    I was totally hooked in the first chapter. I stay up too late because I cant stop reading it. Love it...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    Pym The Broken

    Pym flapped her almighty, dull, white leathery wings a she hovered above the camp. Swooping down, her mighty blood stained bulk sent a to many trees smashing down, revealing the camp to full sky. Her tail whicked back and forth, her unmerciful gaze staring at the cats. "Pym has found you. Pym will destroy you soon."

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    Aspen

    Closed her eyes. "Tell him I'm tired of living a lie, and that when I left I changed, and I knew Stealths always there.....even when he's not."

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    Silver

    Silver nodded slowly, and stared at her paws. "My brother.....what do I tell him? Darkheart, i mean..." She whispered, than stood up shakily and pushed past Aspen and Stealth, dissappearing.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2013

    Lionpaw is locked out of fiest result

    -_-

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2013

    To misery

    I... i would like to talk to you in the third res..... plz it is importain

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2013

    Deathheart

    Name:Look up idiot! Age:erm..28 moons Gender:girl personality: kind, fearless, in battle bloodthirsty, ready to kill. Powers: My eyes change colors with mood, turns into a dark gray wolf named Fang. Mate/kits/crush: Jaggedstar, Willowpaw, Toughpaw, then Jaggedstar again. Siblings: Snake (dead) and Blackenedsoul. History: born in Emeraldclan, then a twoleg fire destroyed us. My parents died and leaving only me and my sisters alive. Got chased by a fox and went our sepearate ways. Came to Bloodclan, then met all my friends, then someone who hates me. {Darkforest} Description: a black she cat with silver spots and a heart shaped spot with scars on it, giving me my name. Icy blue eyes. Themesong:Demons by Imagine Dragons. Sometimes wishes I was dead. Siggy: &death Saying: Move Bit<_>ch get out the way! <br> Name: Blackenedsoul Age: same as my sis appearence: all black with a glowing spot in the middle of my chest golden eyes. Powers: making people look into my eyes calms them down. History: same until the fox part. Was kicked out of everyclan until this clan. Mate/kits/crush: no, no, and *blushes* Toxin Themesong: Youre gonna go far kid by the Offspring. Siggy: &souls saying: push me, i kill you. <br> Name: Magickit (new cat!!!!) Age: six moons Appearence: white with black spots on my forehead rainbow eyes gender: girl powers: any wish comes true (including evil desires) History: born in the woods, found by Deathheart mate/kits/crush: No, OMG NO!! And Goldenkit. Themesong: Its time by Imagine Dragons siggy: &magic

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2013

    Fatalgrins Bio

    ~Name~Fatalgrin ~Age~22 moons ~Rank~Warrior/Medicne Cat ~Gender~She-Cat &female ~Desc.~A medium build silver she-cat with medium length fur. She has a long plumey tail, with thick black strips across the tail. With a white chest underbelly and paws. Haveing a narrow face with large dark midnight blue eyes with silvery flecks makeing them look like a night sky. With a thick scar traveling from her chest to her chin. Her left ear is torn she flicks that ear when nervous. ~Crush~Impress her -_- good luck with that. ~Mate~Doesn't want one ~Kits~Ivyheart and Opalpelt(Daughters) and Brickfur(Son) ~Kin~Fallingdarkness(Mother), Pounceingdeath(Father), Lucidgaze(Brother), Sparkfire(Brother), Pineneedle(Neice), and Jaggedtooth(Old Mate/Missing or Dead) ~Song's~Demons by Imagine Dragons, Fuc<_>in Perfect by Pink, The Lonely by Christina Perri, Skyscraper by Demi Lavato, Stronger by Kelly Clarkson, Breakeven by Kelly Clarkson, and Because of You by Kelly Clarkson.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2013

    Snowfall

    Sure" she got to her paws and walked closley next to him so there pelts brushed.
    Snowfall

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2013

    Dustpelt

    Well, want to go back to camp.? He gazes lovingly at her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2013

    Snow(skull) BIO

    Located at 'purple eyes' res one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2013

    &infin &delta Darkforest's Bio &delta &infin

    &infin &delta Name: Darkforest The Warrior. Original Name: Forrestwind. NickName: Darkforest. Looks: Black, Dark Brown tail, & Foggy Green eyes. Mate: Night. Kits: Wildkit, Shardkit, Quailkit, Stormkit, & Thymekit. Kin: Stargaze (Mother), Darkwind (Father), Moonfur (Sister, First Litter), Steeltail (Sister, First Litter), Hawkfyre (Sister, First Litter), Moucepool (Sister, First Litter), Darkclaw (Brother, Second Litter), Obsidianflame (Sister, Second Litter), Autumnflight (Sister, Second Litter), Rainflight (Sister, Second Litter), Shadowflight (Adopted Sister), Their 37 kits (Some are their kits kits kits. More kits coming) & Their 11 Adopted kits. History: Is from the second litter. Her father took her away to the darkforest when she was a kit. Grew up in Blo<_>odclan. Bone adpoted her then forgot about her. She is NOT friendly. &delta &infin

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2013

    Misery

    I'll update the new place. e.e

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2013

    Panther~~the demon

    Panther killer nights res1+2 the dmon 3+4

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    Stealth

    Purred gratefully at Aspen.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2013

    Metal's Bio

    Is at "blood mark" last result!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2013

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  • Posted December 23, 2012

    Hard to put down and you want to read the next one.

    Hard to put down and you want to read the next one.

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