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A vida de Rose Hathaway nunca mais será a mesma. Seu mundo desmoronou após o ataque dos temidos vampiros Strigoi à Escola São Vladimir e a transformação de seu amado Dimitri em um desses monstros.
Ciente de que deve cumprir a promessa feita a ele, a jovem guardiã parte rumo à Rússia para salvar Dimitri de seu sinistro destino. Neste quarto livro da série Academia de Vampiros, ela conhece Sydney, membro de um misterioso grupo de alquimistas, e juntas acabam chegando à casa dos Belikov — a família de Dimitri.
Com esse aparente golpe de sorte, a viagem de Rose parece não estar longe de seu desfecho. Contudo, uma série de revelações e imprevistos passa a enredá-la cada vez mais. A dampira percebe que não será tão simples assim completar sua missão e descobre que Lissa, sua melhor amiga, novamente corre perigo.
A quilômetros de distância da São Vladimir, será que Rose encontrará forças para destruir Dimitri? Ou vai se sacrificar para ter a chance de um amor imortal?
Em Promessa de sangue, Richelle Mead descortina um novo mundo e novos personagens diante de seus leitores, sem se afastar por completo do ambiente da Escola. Ainda mais intricada, a saga de Rose Hathaway e Lissa Dragomir se aprimora e ganha aqui um capítulo de tirar o fôlego.
“Até agora o mais excitante da série. A narrativa de Richelle Mead se aprimora a cada livro e mantém o suspense a cada nova reviravolta.”
— The Associated Press
503 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2009
“We need to be together."
"Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard.
"Because I want you."
I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him.
I let go.
I look him in the eye. "I will always love you.”
“That’s what I was supposed to say. . . .” he gasped out.
Those were his last words."



“You forgot another lesson: Never turn your back until you know your enemy is dead. Looks like we’ll have to go over the lesson again the next time. I see you—which will be soon.
Love, D.”




P.S. “The Red Hurricane” is what I named the car.
P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn’t mean I still don’t think you’re an evil creature of the night. You are.

"Victor was serving a life sentence; no bribe could matter to him anymore. But one thing could, I realized. Freedom. And there was only one way to achieve that. We were going to have to break Victor Dashkov out of prison."

“You wouldn’t understand anything that isn’t drinking, smoking, or womanizing.”
He shook his head. “You’re the only one I want, Rose.”
“I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony”

“If he wants to tell you, he'll tell you. End of story, Rose. Besides, you certainly keep your share of secrets too. You two have a lot in common."
"Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point."
“Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.”

“I miss him so much.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Will it ever get better?”
The question seemed to catch her by surprise. “I . . . I don’t know.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
She shook her head. “No.”

“I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.”



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I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.