Action-packed horror: when the Dark World bleeds over into ours and sends its servant, it seeks to rend forever the veil that protects us from the second death, what some call Hell. Choosing a small mountain town as its salient, the Vampire finds that mountain people do not go so gentle into that long “good night” but generally are much more prone to rage when it’s a matter of dying by the bite.
And yes, there’s humor, laughter, and love, the bonds that sustain to the end those who will face the Darkness together in this dark fantasy in which Being and Nothingness strive to determine if existence itself will continue and, if it does, in what known or unknown form. The Vampire’s first “victim” is a low-rent jag junkie, a scrips scag filled and overbrimming with hatred for everyone and everything, including her three children whom she abused and abandoned and their father whom she betrayed times without number. The monster’s fangs bury into her throat, the saliva dripping from them mingles with the hell-hot hate boiling in her blood, and in her is worked a transformation. She becomes that for which not even the emissary of the Darkness is prepared: its bride.
At her turning, the Darkness within her, she becomes a copula, the nexus, between the Dark World and what was once her own, and she becomes a maw of the Nothingness. She burns, craving her children’s souls. As the Vampire drains the lifeblood of the backwoods burg, the little city in the sticks lodged like a rock in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains, and the power of the Darkness grows, she seeks her children to devour them, and the fate of the town, the fate of our world, hangs in the balance as three abused, abandoned children gather themselves to defy yet again that into which they have been staring all their lives, the face of Darkness.
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At the age of eight, childe Rolande bit a vampire, thus infecting it with humanity so that never again could it vote for a Democrat or a Republican. Contrary to rumour and popular opinion, younge Rolande is not a descendant of Van Helsing whose name sounds like an effeminate men’s hair product. Sadly, infante Rolande has had to diagnose himself as bi-solar, and his self-medications have not been working out so well. When not slathering himself in aloe vera lotions as sunburn necessitants, he is having to overexercise vigorously due to high carb intakes stimulated by daily recourse as needed to his own patented and trademarked herbal, Mellowtonin™, ironically his bi-solar condition arising out of the conflict between his pathological fear of melanoma and his seasonal affective disorder. Once asked about the impact upon him of viewing for the first time ever 30 Days of Night, he simply said, “That is my life.” Unfortunately, he never elaborated. His daily exercise program consists of the twelve-step program, but he says he is not going to stop there and intends to eventually work up to a mile. He is currently working on his next novel and establishing a foundation to promote safe and secure locations from which the public can gawk and jeer at the undead.