Civil War

The American Civil War was the bloodiest waste of life Larten had yet to
witness. Vampires had known about America long before Europeans
discovered it. One of the clan had sailed with Leif Ericson and thirty-four
others early in the second millennium, and before Paris Skyle became a
Prince he stayed Columbus’s hand when the human had lost hope and was
on the verge of turning back. The elderly vampire would have been
saddened to see what had become of the country, but not surprised. Why
should these tribes be any different from those they had left behind? People
might speak of it being a New World, but they were the same old humans.

Larten watched from a distance as thousands of young men clashed and
went to an early grave. He, Wester and Seba had made camp on a hill out of
the way of the fighting a few nights earlier. Since then they’d kept vigil,
leaving only to hunt and stretch their legs.

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The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Ocean of Blood, Chapter 6