A thin lump protruded from beneath a glued sheet over the book’s inside cover. Feeling his nails around the edges, Cyprus peeled the paper away from the leather.
The Porfirio family record was massive and unevenly bound together, several different papers and diaries all fit into one tome. It gave the impression a hard shake might send everything flying out onto the floor. The cover was decorated with the Porfirio name and golden scrawl, much newer than most of the pages.
His name was Halcyon Kingfisher, or Halcyon Neverwar, and there was absolutely nothing else of significance to be found on him in the vampire library--not even after three acuity potions and a coffee. Personally, Elizabeta Collins would have liked to hear more about the rampant immorality, but the vampires didn't seem interested in that.