Spiked with "a flavor of the supernatural" (Science Fiction Chronicle), P. N. Elrod's series, The Vampire Files, goes one step beyond detective noir. Its hero is Jack Fleming, a private detective on the right side of the law-but on the wrong side of the living-in post-prohibition Chicago. This vampire-turned-gumshoe will take on mobsters, monsters, and everything in between. Now, in Lady Crymsyn, Fleming tries to find a good-time girl gone bad, who may have been the victim of a premature burial...

Praise for The Vampire Files series:

"Elrod's treatment of the practical aspects of vampirism is clever and refreshing."-Booklist

"Echoes of Hammett and Chandler abound...an entertaining exercise in supernatural noir."-Publishers Weekly

"Plenty of action, full of twists and betrayals, and the quirky characters and many touches of period flavor keep things amusing."-Locus

"Snappy vampire-with-a-conscience yarn, laced with blackish humor."-Kirkus Reviews

author: P. N. Elrod asin: 0441007244 binding: Hardcover list price: $22.95 USD amazon price: $22.95 other availability:

Posted by Vladimir Wed, 03/21/2007 - 01:02

 

Count Dracula dies in Germany

November 21, 2007 (Spiegel Online) -- Ottomar Rodolphe Vlad Dracula Prince Kretzulesco, an adopted descendant of Count Dracula, has died in Germany aged 67 after spending a colorful life organizing blood donor parties and medieval festivals at his estate in eastern Germany.

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Chapter 2

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"Vampire" arrested

August 25, 2008 (Jim Schoettler / The Times-Union) -- A man who police say claims to be a 225-year-old vampire is being held in a Virginia jail, charged with sexually battering a young Jacksonville girl in May and two other young girls he was living with at the time of his arrest last week.

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The Undead

People are afraid of my kind
No one is safe when I am around
I do not sleep at night, I do not ever sleep
I died many moons ago
I am a vampire
The undead

I walk the streets looking for innocent humans
The blameless are always a better kill
Their blood, more health-giving
There's always a chance of an after-life with us
A creature of the night
I am a vampire
The Undead

In a coffin made of blood, made of blood
Kiss me baby
So I can taste your blood
I am dead, living-dead

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Chapter 17

The next day Ernest wrote a letter of more or less superficial tenderness to Ethel. She had wounded his pride by proving victorious in the end over his passion and hers; besides, he was in the throes of work. When after the third day no answer came, he was inclined to feel aggrieved.

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