![]() ![]() It’s really only the food that’s different.” “I think you’ll find life as a vampire is fairly similar regardless of the location. ![]() “I haven’t really been out of Chicago since I became a vampire.” It was November and the corn was gone, but the acres of wind turbines arced in the darkness above us. We were somewhere in the cornfields of Iowa, about halfway between Chicago and Omaha. “I know,” I said, sitting up a little straighter and scanning the freeway before us. Nor should you keep looking at the postcard of the city you’ve taped to the dashboard.” ![]() That companion, Ethan Sullivan, smiled at me from the passenger seat. My nerves on edge, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel of my companion’s sleek Mercedes convertible. ![]() We’d left Hyde Park, our home turf, and were heading west across the plains toward Nebraska and the Maleficium, an ancient book of magic that my (former?) best friend, Mallory, was evidently intent on stealing. Its bulk was a reminder of where we’d come from . . . The Willis Tower, one of the tallest buildings in the world, was nestled in downtown Chicago, surrounded by glass and steel and the waters of the Chicago River and Lake Michigan. More than a thousand feet of skyscraper, the lights at the top of its antennas blinking through the darkness that blanketed the city. ![]()
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