“I have to agree,” says Pal. “If I may be blunt, it feels like yet another form of prison. We are trapped on this ship, and trapped in unchanging bodies, whether we like it or not.”

Palamedes may have sought the secrets of immortality once, but it is another matter to have it thrust upon him, and in a manner he had not asked for.

“Your master?” Though Pal has learned bits and pieces about vampires since arriving on the ship, he hadn’t previously heard Max speak of his own experiences with them. The term master is odd enough to catch his attention.