Ascendancy of Blood

In a magic forest where deep shadows pulse across the surfaces of lace-veined leaves, and night blooms ripple in shades of swirling indigo, there is an enchanted castle. Courtiers, pages, cooks, and stable boys slumber as still as death, and a golden princess languishes in her rose-strewn bower, waiting for her prince charming. But the princess sleeps with a black wood stake through her heart, and her petal-soft lips conceal a pair of razor fangs. Is the prince her savior or her ill-fated prey, lured to sinister purpose by a night fiend ruling a castle of the damned?