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 12
... turned the samlor, going down a narrow street. It was little more than a passageway, very quiet. She shoved another cigarette into her mouth and lit it. Closer they came to the ancient temple of Wat Chiang Man, the chedi within it ...
... turned the samlor, going down a narrow street. It was little more than a passageway, very quiet. She shoved another cigarette into her mouth and lit it. Closer they came to the ancient temple of Wat Chiang Man, the chedi within it ...
Side 18
... turned out to be full of Tshirts intended for the western market. “Grateful Dead,” “Adolf Hitler, European Tour 1939–1945,”“I Am a Teenage Werewolf.” She knew a great deal about fear, as something that her prey experienced. It was ...
... turned out to be full of Tshirts intended for the western market. “Grateful Dead,” “Adolf Hitler, European Tour 1939–1945,”“I Am a Teenage Werewolf.” She knew a great deal about fear, as something that her prey experienced. It was ...
Side 19
... turning whiter and whiter. The dry, corpse-like coldness that marked a hungry Keeper's skin was stealing her usual girlish flush. “Bangkok,” she said to the ticket clerk, producing a Visa card in the name of the traveling alias Sarah ...
... turning whiter and whiter. The dry, corpse-like coldness that marked a hungry Keeper's skin was stealing her usual girlish flush. “Bangkok,” she said to the ticket clerk, producing a Visa card in the name of the traveling alias Sarah ...
Side 24
... turned on the air nozzle above her head to full force, but there was no escaping the succulent odor of her fellow travelers, not packed into this tin can. You certainly couldn't feed on a jet. If you stuffed the remnant down the toilet ...
... turned on the air nozzle above her head to full force, but there was no escaping the succulent odor of her fellow travelers, not packed into this tin can. You certainly couldn't feed on a jet. If you stuffed the remnant down the toilet ...
Side 31
... 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,” she said to the creature. He smiled a drawn smile, then lifted his ...
... 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,” she said to the creature. He smiled a drawn smile, then lifted his ...
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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.