The Last VampireSimon and Schuster, 20. okt. 2001 - 320 sider “Bloody, lush, and gripping” (Publishers Weekly), the eternal story continues in this bestselling sequel to Whitley Strieber’s horror classic, The Hunger. Miriam Blaylock knows the secrets of civilization, the mysteries of life—and the agony of undeath. For centuries, she has traveled the world undetected. Until now. Interpol agent Paul Ward has cleansed continents of vampires, orchestrated the extermination of an ancient lair, and obtained their sacred Book of Names. He knows where they hide. He knows when they feast. And he knows their weaknesses. But he has a weakness of his own: Miriam. Cunning and elusive, she has escaped his complex network of hunters for years. Toxic and seductive, she has become his obsession. Now, predator is about to become prey. Killer to become lover. Good and evil will become inexorably entwined as the endgame begins for the last vampire. |
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Side 8
... feeding began and in a few delightful moments, his blood would be sweeping down her throat. She closed her eyes, arching her back and stretching, forcing his smell out of her nose with a rush of air. Think about opium, she told herself ...
... feeding began and in a few delightful moments, his blood would be sweeping down her throat. She closed her eyes, arching her back and stretching, forcing his smell out of her nose with a rush of air. Think about opium, she told herself ...
Side 9
... feed easily in Paris; she knew the city well. She'd hunted there recently—no more than fifty or so years ago, when it was swarming with Germans. Of course, she might meet a man here in Chiang Mai. If she did, her new husband would ...
... feed easily in Paris; she knew the city well. She'd hunted there recently—no more than fifty or so years ago, when it was swarming with Germans. Of course, she might meet a man here in Chiang Mai. If she did, her new husband would ...
Side 10
... feed herself. The moon burst out from behind furious clouds. Lightning flickered on the spire of Wat Chedi Luang. The temple spires here in Chiang Mai were so lovely and exotic. She was used to the canyons of Manhattan. Again the smell ...
... feed herself. The moon burst out from behind furious clouds. Lightning flickered on the spire of Wat Chedi Luang. The temple spires here in Chiang Mai were so lovely and exotic. She was used to the canyons of Manhattan. Again the smell ...
Side 18
... feed on a constipated human. The samlor came to a stop before the shambling Chiang Mai airport, which proved to be empty in the predawn. Flights, it seemed, did not begin early here. She certainly couldn't sit alone in the lobby, not ...
... feed on a constipated human. The samlor came to a stop before the shambling Chiang Mai airport, which proved to be empty in the predawn. Flights, it seemed, did not begin early here. She certainly couldn't sit alone in the lobby, not ...
Side 20
... feed soon, she would slow down, she would lose her edge. Then she'd have to find some weak human and do a thin feed. This would only stave the hunger off for a few days, no more. So there would be a second hunt in Paris, and more danger ...
... feed soon, she would slow down, she would lose her edge. Then she'd have to find some weak human and do a thin feed. This would only stave the hunger off for a few days, no more. So there would be a second hunt in Paris, and more danger ...
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Chapter Three Hunter of Hunters | 36 |
Chapter Four The Castle of the White Queen | 52 |
Chapter Five The Skylights of Paris | 67 |
Chapter Six Martin Soule | 79 |
Chapter Seven Deathtrap | 94 |
Chapter Eight Flicker of Fire | 106 |
Chapter Twelve Sourball Express | 162 |
Chapter Thirteen All Through the Night | 177 |
Chapter Fourteen The Veils | 192 |
Chapter Fifteen Scorpion Dance | 208 |
Chapter Sixteen Demon Lovers | 221 |
Chapter Seventeen Blood Child | 241 |
Chapter Eighteen Careless Love | 257 |
Chapter Nineteen Trapped | 273 |
Chapter Nine Lady of the Knife | 119 |
Chapter Ten The Traveler | 136 |
Chapter Eleven Queen of the Night | 148 |
Chapter Twenty The Love Child | 287 |
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Side 112 - I came here, who was as slick as a cueball — not a hair on her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Side 235 - All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber steeping, I, my loving vigil keeping, All through the night. While the moon her watch is keeping, All through the night; While the weary world is sleeping, All through the night.
Side 255 - I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love with a wonderful guy!
Side 31 - She took his chin in her hand and turned his face to hers. She looked into his eyes, looked deep. What did the gleam in those human eyes mean? She always wondered that, right before she fed. "Kiss me,
Side 220 - She reached over, touched the back of his hand with the tips of her fingers.
Side 126 - For a moment she did not know what it was. But then she saw a Keeper, dressed all in black, standing not fifty feet away from her.