第一章
浪子回头
一名燃烧的妇女骑着烟穿过诺恩的西门时，刺痛了乌丽卡的眼睛。
“利奇！”一个商店的妻子叫道。
“西格玛把她打倒了！”一个铸造工人吼道。
“烧死那个恶魔！”一个学徒喊道。他扔了块石头，打了那个女人的脸。
乌丽卡从她宽边的帽子下面望着那个可怜的可怜虫，他在车辙斑斑的街道中央的柴堆上扭动着，尖叫着，担心那可能是她的姐妹之一，但那个女人不是吸血鬼。乌丽卡可以听到她的心从街对面的敲击声。她只是一个不幸出生的黑发和苍白的皮肤的女孩。
“让这是对所有想要进入虔诚的马格努斯城的吸血鬼的警告吧！”一个狂野的女巫猎人对聚集在火堆周围的暴民喊道。
“这里欢迎您！这是你的厄运！“
乌丽卡很想向他露出她的尖牙，只是想看看他脸上的表情，但她却把她的马挤在人群中，她低下头继续往前走。现在不是挑起麻烦的时候。麻烦已经太多了。真的是太多了。
五周以来，随着晚春变成了一个湿热的夏天，乌丽卡从普拉格飞快地跑到诺伦，她杀了马并不吝啬金币，试图努力摆脱冯·卡斯坦的间谍。斯特凡·冯科恩告诉她要来见乌丽卡的情妇加布里埃拉·冯·纳赫萨芬伯爵夫人，但几乎从她从基斯列夫进入帝国的那一刻起，她知道她会迟到的。在每个城市和城镇在南边的路上发生着一样的事情-一名吸血鬼在武尔岑被烧死，一群僵尸在库塞尔被一个死了的小女孩在树林里养大，在塔拉布海姆崇拜一个吸血鬼女神的邪教，揭露并集体悬挂在一块一次供五十人食用的纪念品上，沃特巴德市长的妻子被斩首处刑，市长一边哭一边抓着脖子上的伤疤。到处，到处都是暴徒、巫婆猎人和吸血鬼猎人，在不自然的饥饿者的谣言中燃烧着女孩、房子和整个家庭。

吸血鬼小姐姐？

翻译有可能不准所以会在下面放上原版，此次只找到bloodworn，剩余前两本还在搜寻中

以下是英文原版希望能有大神给予准确的翻译
THIS IS A DARK AGE, A BLOODY AGE, AN AGE OF DAEMONS AND OF SORCERY. IT IS AN AGE OF BATTLE AND DEATH, AND OF THE WORLD’S ENDING. AMIDST ALL OF THE FIRE, FLAME AND FURY IT IS A TIME, TOO, OF MIGHTY HEROES, OF BOLD DEEDS AND GREAT COURAGE.
AT THE HEART OF THE OLD WORLD SPRAWLS THE EMPIRE, THE LARGEST AND MOST POWERFUL OF THE HUMAN REALMS. KNOWN FOR ITS ENGINEERS, SORCERERS, TRADERS AND SOLDIERS, IT ISA LAND OF GREAT MOUNTAINS, MIGHTY RIVERS, DARK FORESTSAND VAST CITIES. AND FROM HIS THRONE IN ALTDORF REIGNSTHE EMPEROR KARL FRANZ, SACRED DESCENDANT OF THEFOUNDER OF THESE LANDS, SIGMAR, AND WIELDER OF HIS MAGICAL WARHAMMER.
BUT THESE ARE FAR FROM CIVILISED TIMES. ACROSS THE LENGTH AND BREADTH OF THE OLD WORLD, FROM THE KNIGHTLY PALACES OF BRETONNIA TO ICE-BOUND KISLEV IN THE FAR NORTH, COME RUMBLINGS OF WAR. IN THE TOWERING WORLDS EDGE MOUNTAINS, THE ORC TRIBES ARE GATHERING FOR ANOTHER ASSAULT. BANDITS AND RENEGADES HARRY THE WILD SOUTHERN LANDS OFTHE BORDER PRINCES. THERE ARE RUMOURS OF RAT-THINGS, THE SKAVEN, EMERGING FROM THE SEWERS AND SWAMPS ACROSS THE LAND. AND FROM THE NORTHERN WILDERNESSES THERE IS THE EVER-PRESENT THREAT OF CHAOS, OF DAEMONS AND BEASTMEN CORRUPTED BY THE FOUL POWERS OF THE DARK GODS. AS THE TIME OF BATTLE DRAWS EVER NEARER, THE EMPIRE NEEDS HEROES LIKE NEVER BEFORE.

CHAPTER ONETHE PRODIGAL RETURNS
The smoke from a burning woman stung Ulrika’s eyes as she rode through Nuln’s western gate.
‘Leech!’ a shopwife cried.
‘Sigmar strike her down!’ roared a foundryman.
‘Burn the fiend!’ shouted an apprentice. He threw a rock and hit the woman in the face.
Ulrika looked from under her broad-brimmed hat at the poor wretch who writhed and shrieked on the pyre in the middle of the rutted street, fearing it might be one of her sisters, but the woman was no vampire. Ulrika could hear her heart hammering from across the street. She was only a girl who’d had the misfortune to be born with black hair and pale skin.
‘Let this be a warning to all bloodsuckers who seek to enter the city of Magnus the Pious!’ shouted a wild-eyed witch hunter to the mob that thronged around the pyre. ‘This is your welcome here! This is your doom!’
Ulrika was tempted to bare her fangs at him, just to see the look on his face, but instead edged her horse around the crowd, her head lowered, and continued on. Now was not the time to stir up trouble. There was too much of that already. Far too much.
For five weeks, as late spring turned into a swamp-hot summer, Ulrika had raced as fast as she could from Praag to Nuln, killing horses and bleeding gold in an effort to outrun the doom the von Carstein spy, Stefan von Kohln, had told her was coming to Countess Gabriella von Nachthafen, Ulrika’s mistress, but almost from the moment she had crossed from Kislev into the Empire, she had known she would be too late. In every city and town on the way south it had been the same – a vampiress quartered and burned in Wurzen, a plague of zombies in Kusel said to have been raised by a little dead girl in the woods, a cult that worshipped a vampire goddess in Talabheim exposed and hung en masse on a gibbet that served fifty at a time, the mayor of Wurtbad’s wife beheaded while the mayor wept and scratched at the scabs on his neck. And everywhere, everywhere, mobs and witch hunters and vampire hunters burning girls and houses and whole families on the merest rumour of unnatural hungers.

leech有类似魔鬼 坏蛋的意思吧

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各位citizen militias这个词有大神翻译吗？通常翻译的话叫公民民兵，但我觉得这个词的翻译更可能是以星际战士之称自由民兵团或是陪伴民兵大伙觉得呢？

这就是斯特凡警告乌丽卡的厄运-拉赫曼姐妹团的曝光，是希尔瓦尼亚大师所设计的阴谋，目的是制造一股高涨的歇斯底里情绪，这将使帝国陷入混乱，并使其成为希尔瓦尼亚人入侵的时机。并且它起作用了。在每一个小镇和每一个驿站旅馆里，乌丽卡听到了冲突和战火的低语-卡罗堡在火焰中。科特·赫尔伯格和他的瑞克禁卫被派去平息米登海姆的骚乱，从索拉菲尔到斯特里森的红色河流。甚至有传言说，卡尔·弗兰兹皇帝已经变成了一个吸血鬼，并准备与选帝候们开战。
对乌丽卡来说，旅途中的这几个星期是一种未知的痛苦。当加布里埃拉终于回到诺恩的时候，她还活着吗？斯特凡曾说过有一次“斩首行动”。或者有希尔瓦尼亚间谍中的某个人，第一次尝试杀死和揭露伯爵夫人，并且最后成功了？乌丽卡会找到加布里埃拉和赫敏以及无头的法米克吗？难道根本就没有人领导诺恩的拉赫曼姐妹团吗？
更糟的是，乌丽卡大部分时间都在缓慢行进中。城镇里到处都是挥舞着火炬的狂热分子，并且在城镇之间的道路上由自由民兵团巡逻，他们阻止任何人在夜间独自旅行。当她来到阿维海姆以北的一个路障时，乌丽卡被迫放弃了加利亚纳给她的四轮大马车，在那之后她的行进速度被减半了。因为在她能够旅行的时候在封闭的车厢里，白天和夜晚是一样的，她在马背上只能在晚上自由活动，并且在这方面得非常谨慎。
最后一天是最令人恼火的一天，因为她离诺恩仅仅不到两个小时了，但是天亮了，她不得不停下脚步。她花了一天时间挤在斯特伍德街边缘一间最近被烧毁的棚屋中的狭窄地窖里，在几英里之外的恐惧中保持清醒，加布里埃拉可能正面临着她的厄运，而阳光的暴政却使乌丽卡远离她的身边。最后，当透过地窖门的裂缝的光线终于褪色时，她飞奔而出，狂奔而去，不顾一切地想在诺恩的大门在天黑关闭前到达它们。
现在她已经到了，然而，乌丽卡不知道该去哪里。她知道赫敏夫人，加布里埃拉在拉赫曼姐妹团时代的上司，给她开了一家妓院，收集枕边的秘密为拉赫曼姐妹团无止境的政治阴谋火上浇油。不幸的是，当女巫猎人发现银百合的夫人是拉赫曼姐妹团中的一员，赫敏关闭了老妓院，乌丽卡从来没去过新的那个。她不知道它在哪。她也不知道它的名字。她唯一能确定的是，如果它真的存在的话，它就不会在同一个地方。

同样放上原版英文
This was the doom Stefan had warned Ulrika of – the wholesale exposure of the Lahmian sisterhood that his Sylvanian masters had engineered in order to create a rising tide of hysteria that would throw the Empire into chaos and make it ripe for a Sylvanian invasion. And it was working. In every town and at every coaching inn, Ulrika had heard whispers of conflict and conflagration – Carroburg in flames, Kurt Helborg and his Reiksguard sent to quell riots in Middenheim, the River Aver running red from Sauerapfel to Streissen. There were even rumours that Emperor Karl Franz had been turned into a vampire and was going to war against the Elector Counts.
For Ulrika, the weeks on the road had been an agony of unknowing. Would
Gabriella be alive when she at last returned to Nuln? Or had the Sylvanian spies, who had failed in their first attempt to kill and expose the countess, succeeded at last?
Stefan had spoken of a ‘decapitating stroke’. Would Ulrika find Gabriella and Hermione and Famke headless? Would there be no Lahmian leadership at all in Nuln?
To make the torture worse, Ulrika had travelled most of the way at a crawl. The towns and cities were filled with roving mobs of torch-wielding fanatics, and the roads between the towns patrolled by citizen militias who stopped anyone travelling alone at night. Ulrika had been forced to abandon the coach Galiana had given her when she’d come to a road block just north of Averheim, and after that her speed was cut in half, for while she had been able to travel days as well as nights within the enclosed carriage, on horseback she’d only been free to move at night, and cautiously at that.
This last day had been the most maddening of all, for she had come within two
hours of Nuln just as dawn was breaking, and had to stop. She’d spent the day wedged inside the cramped cellar of a recently burned shack on the edges of the Stirwood, kept awake by fears that only a few miles away, Gabriella might be facing her doom while the tyranny of the sun kept Ulrika from her side. At last, when the light through the cracks in the cellar door finally faded, she sprang out and rode off in a frenzy, desperate to reach Nuln’s gates before they were closed at full dark.
Now that she had arrived, however, Ulrika had no idea where to go. She knew that Lady Hermione, Gabriella’s superior in the Lahmian sisterhood, had given her the running of a brothel from which to gather pillow-whispered secrets – fuel for the Lahmians’ never-ending political intrigues. Unfortunately, Hermione had shut down the old brothel, the Silver Lily, when the witch hunters had discovered its madam was a Lahmian, and Ulrika had never been to the new one. She didn’t know where it was. She didn’t know its name. All she could be certain of was that it wouldn’t be in the same location – if it existed at all.