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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... stopped riding. The same with sails. When ships lost their sails, her kind stopped traveling the world. And airplanes—well, some of them probably weren't yet aware that they existed. The other rulers of the world were now just shadows ...
... stopped riding. The same with sails. When ships lost their sails, her kind stopped traveling the world. And airplanes—well, some of them probably weren't yet aware that they existed. The other rulers of the world were now just shadows ...
Side 5
... stopped eating. He had grown as narrow and cold as a mummy, but his eyes had continued to glow . . . as if death had some special meaning, as if hunger had become for him a state of transcendence. She had begged him to eat, had tempted ...
... stopped eating. He had grown as narrow and cold as a mummy, but his eyes had continued to glow . . . as if death had some special meaning, as if hunger had become for him a state of transcendence. She had begged him to eat, had tempted ...
Side 6
... stopped herself. Best not go down that path again. She was always troubled by the tormented lives and horrible deaths of her lovers. The delicious little things were her guilt, her pain. But not now, not on this nervous, excited night ...
... stopped herself. Best not go down that path again. She was always troubled by the tormented lives and horrible deaths of her lovers. The delicious little things were her guilt, her pain. But not now, not on this nervous, excited night ...
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... stopped completely. They had laughed when she screamed, and when they realized that she was dying so unusually slowly, they were even more delighted. Mother had been burned for a witch in 1761, in a village near Dresden. She had been ...
... stopped completely. They had laughed when she screamed, and when they realized that she was dying so unusually slowly, they were even more delighted. Mother had been burned for a witch in 1761, in a village near Dresden. She had been ...
Side 12
... stopped. Beneath the chedi, in a cellar no human being had ever entered, was the ancient ho trai of the Asian clans, a place founded before Siddh ̄artha was Buddha, indeed before Siddh ̄artha was born. “Stay,” Miriam said. “Wait.” An ...
... stopped. Beneath the chedi, in a cellar no human being had ever entered, was the ancient ho trai of the Asian clans, a place founded before Siddh ̄artha was Buddha, indeed before Siddh ̄artha was born. “Stay,” Miriam said. “Wait.” An ...
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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.
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