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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... told, the Keepers were in general decline, but they were far too proud to realize it. Conclaves were held every hundred years, and at the last ones Miriam had seen a change—Keepers she had known a thousand years had followed her mother ...
... told, the Keepers were in general decline, but they were far too proud to realize it. Conclaves were held every hundred years, and at the last ones Miriam had seen a change—Keepers she had known a thousand years had followed her mother ...
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... told them you'd made them immortal, and they followed you like foolish little puppies. Like the dear creature who now kept her home and business in New York, who warmed her bed and hunted with her . . . the dear creature, so lovely and ...
... told them you'd made them immortal, and they followed you like foolish little puppies. Like the dear creature who now kept her home and business in New York, who warmed her bed and hunted with her . . . the dear creature, so lovely and ...
Side 8
... told her that the hunger was rising within her. She felt it now, a faint gnawing in her belly, a hint of ice in her veins. This was bad news. Most of her kind could detect their hunger coming for days, and they could prepare carefully ...
... told her that the hunger was rising within her. She felt it now, a faint gnawing in her belly, a hint of ice in her veins. This was bad news. Most of her kind could detect their hunger coming for days, and they could prepare carefully ...
Side 10
... told it was all much too conservative. It was true enough that her kind had trouble with fashion. Fifty years would pass in a blink, and suddenly you would find yourself wearing the last bustle in the world or the last top hat. That's ...
... told it was all much too conservative. It was true enough that her kind had trouble with fashion. Fifty years would pass in a blink, and suddenly you would find yourself wearing the last bustle in the world or the last top hat. That's ...
Side 15
... told anybody? Keepers might be a solitary lot, but ancient custom dictated that everybody be informed of something so basic as this. Unless—was she really that shunned, that they would move a place of conclave and keep only her in the ...
... told anybody? Keepers might be a solitary lot, but ancient custom dictated that everybody be informed of something so basic as this. Unless—was she really that shunned, that they would move a place of conclave and keep only her in the ...
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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.