The Drinker of Blood
Don't ever take anything from me. Don't ever wrong me. I try hard to be a tolerant and a forgiving person, but I am unrelenting in my vengeance and my desires.
Thirty years ago, a man wronged me, stole from me the most precious thing in the world, and I've been wreaking my vengeance on him ever since. I don't give up, I don't stop, and I don't ever just go away.
I'm a drinker of blood, and I live the life I choose.
About the Author
I make a dodgy and threadbare living as an attorney, and when not engaged in my questionable legal practice, I tend the family vineyards in the hills east of Strelsau. The barren fields and scraggly vines of the Slocum family estates yield a somewhat bitter variety of plonk popular among the more poorly paid members of the legal profession.
I live the family motto, "Volo pecuniam pre."
I worked as an editor for about ten years in a previous lifetime, which means I usually know where the commas go, and though I've never thought of myself as a writer, I've held numerous jobs in which that was my major responsibility.
There are few things better than a good story well told.
You should read my writing. It's good. (No, really.)
But you might consider other legal counsel.