{"id":254492,"date":"2026-07-13T03:34:55","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:34:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bite-marks-denise-yoko-berndt\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:34:55","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:34:55","slug":"bite-marks-denise-yoko-berndt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bite-marks-denise-yoko-berndt\/","title":{"rendered":"Bite Marks – Denise Yoko Berndt"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t recognise anyone.\u201d He cleared his throat. \u201cWe were all wearing masks.\u201d 1kitap1.com\/en Frustrated, Danny slapped his hand on the steering wheel. \u201cThe whole thing is getting more and more macabre. How are we ever going to make a breakthrough in this enquiry? Masks and fantasy names?\u201d \u201cA bokor is a voodoo priest. It\u2019s a Haitian word.\u201d Amber held up her phone. Danny groaned. He felt like banging his forehead on the steering wheel. \u201cVoodoo? That\u2019s just great.\u201d \u201cDo you want me to drive?\u201d Danny started the engine.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m fine.\u201d He manoeuvred the car out of the parking space and merged into traffic. \u201cBut seriously. Vampires, Satan, voodoo. Is there anything else missing, or have we covered it all?\u201d \u201cYou said yourself that they\u2019re all just bored upper-class teenagers. I think you\u2019re right about that, even if they\u2019re all in their early twenties. They pick and choose from everywhere, grabbing a few fancy names, rituals, and outfits, regardless of whether it all fits together or not. Then they put on black masks and climb over the cemetery wall.\u201d<\/p>\n

Against his will, Danny had to grin. In his mind\u2019s eye, he saw wild- eyed youths wearing carnival masks and leaping over the wall of Highgate Cemetery like oversize fleas. \u201cIn any case, we have to pile even more work on Sara and John. Four more people to identify and question,\u201d Amber said. \u201cWhat are we going to do with the rest of the afternoon? We don\u2019t need to turn up at the Fiddler\u2019s Elbow before eight.\u201d Danny signalled and made a turn. \u201cWe could refine our victim profile and try to develop some theories about the perpetrator or perpetrators.<\/p>\n

So far, we don\u2019t have anything except the assumption that it was someone from the band\u2019s circle.\u201d Amber sighed. \u201cWe have no idea why Idabelle was killed. I just can\u2019t imagine that someone wanted to offer a human sacrifice. There must be more to it than that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe Brooke Adler can shed some light on things. If two close friends suddenly fell out, something serious must have happened,\u201d Danny said.<\/p>\n

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A note to readers outside the UK: As this book is set in England it follows the spellbinding conventions of British English spelling. So please bear with the characters as they scoff biscuits while travelling around some of London’s most notorious neighbourhoods. Happy reading! 1kitap1.com\/en 1 Sorginak arranged the seven red candles in a circle then lit them one by one as she recited the magic words.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the name of Aletto, Megaera, and Tisiphone, my will shall be done. Your will shall be done. For one soul and one body. For one body and one soul. My will shall be done. Your will shall be done.\u201d When all seven candles were burning, Sorginak lit the incense stick and knelt on the floor. The scent of jasmine spread through the shadows of the night. Sorginak pressed the photo she\u2019d brought to her naked skin and carefully recited the incantation exactly thirty times, which was to bind the person in the photo to her forever.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor Aletto, you obey me. Through Megaera, you corrupt me. For Tisiphone, you hear me.\u201d Sorginak said these words more and more intensely, more and more passionately, picturing the face of the person in the photo in her mind\u2019s eye, not as it was in the photo but with eyes overflowing with love. Love for Sorginak. She felt neither the cool night air that brushed against her skin nor the sharp stones that dug into her legs.<\/p>\n

She was completely focussed on the ritual. The outside world no longer existed. When the candles had burnt down, Sorginak stood. She tried to ignore the cold, but since she was no longer enveloped in magic, she began to shiver. Her teeth chattered. She quickly got dressed again and slipped the photo carefully into a coat pocket so as not to crumple it. As soon as she was back home, she\u2019d put the photo under her bed.<\/p>\n

It would stay there. Forever. 1kitap1.com\/en 2 \u201cI don\u2019t believe in ghosts,\u201d Amber said. \u201cMe neither,\u201d Kate replied. \u201cI\u2019m just telling you what I read in the paper.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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