This is an excerpt from the 3rd book of The Epic of Vermere series, where Sir Landreth Lane the 5th Immortal, describes to KainDen the incident in which he became immortal.
“I fell to the ground, clutching the wound that was the opening in my side. The force of it knocking the vial from my coat pocket, falling to the floor it rolled before me. As the swordsman approached, sabers’ tip aimed at my heart, he stepped on the vial, the pressure of his foot compressing it’s douser, spraying it’s contents into the air. The perfume met the flesh of my face as sword tip pierced the flesh between it, and my heart. I remember nothing of pain, or sorrow; of grief or anger. What I remember as I died, as a stride of steel idled through my chest, anchored by my heart, was love. The perfume damp upon my face filled my senses, causing memories to flood my fading thoughts. Once again my tongue held the taste of her; the salty sweetness of her sweat, that laced her lips in our moments of embrace. The sight of her face and features filled with the purifying light of morning’s glow. The sound of the song that was her voice, clutching the void of my closed eyes, luring me from my blissful dreams, dreams already conquered by she. The spell of her aroma, a blend of her lush long hair and supple nap, filling my lungs as I traveled by kiss along her shoulders. The warmth of her vail, only a fool would deem skin. Impossibly soft against my own, our warmth’s mingling as one, as we held each other for the last.” The Epic of Vermere, Akil N. De Berry
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