Beatrice Simmons doesn't know what's in store for her. With her eighteenth birthday a day away, things are around her are starting to change. Hearing conversations from across the room, the strange urge to drink her best friend's blood, and the way her skin seemed to be blemish free overnight. To top it all off, a letter comes in the mail demanding her attendance, to some prestigious school that doesn't exist. Then her uncle, who really isn't her uncle tells her who she really is, and what's in store for Beatrice. She's a vampire, a royal one. And her place isn't on Earth like she thought, but in world where Supernatural's are real. As Lies become truth, and Truth becomes lies, will Beatrice be able to find out why her birth mother was killed? Or will the very people that killed her mother get to her first?

They want us to have poverty. They want us to serve them. To work for them. To be happy with our unbearably meagre lot in life. But we have each other. We have each other and that means that we have power. We can’t let them know that we have power, not ever. Because if they know, then they’ll destroy us.

The census is about to begin. I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to get through it. But I have to be. We all have to be. Because far too much depends on us, in this moment.