Midwest Book Review
Fever and Blood Dagger Brotherhood take a deep breath and dive into the spellbinding secret world of Blood Life.
“INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE MEETS TRUE BLOOD”
Readers’ Favorite 5*
Don’t forget me…Sun entwined around me like a steel snake; her bite into my jugular was explosive rainbow end of days. I panted, squirming and gasping. Trapped in her embrace, my peepers rolled back, as I juddered. Then Sun was snogging me and I could taste my copper blood… Don’t forsake me…
I could feel the vibrations of Hartford’s anguished plea in his soulful song through every fevered atom. We curled around each other on the black cushions, which were piled on the lounge floor. Donovan was sprawled on the sofa, smoking wacky backy, serenaded by Hartford’s new routine for the club. But it was meant for him because one thing I knew..?
…Live for me…
Hartford was singing to Donovan: the dead bloke he craved to resurrect.
I twisted Sun, splaying her over the cushions. She laughed in surprise. I’d forgotten how young she still was. ‘My turn.’
I bit but gently. The moment when my fangs slid through her ivory skin was divine. Her blood was like coming home. Her body was quivering… Don’t forget me… and we were snogging, both our bloods bonded as one… Don’t forsake me… our hearts beating united… Live for me…
Splintered door. Black balaclavas. First and Blood Lifers. Shooters.
‘Bloody down.’ I threw myself over Sun, shielding her. I couldn’t hear anything over the rat-rat-rat of gunshots. The sofa’s foam sprayed like snow.
Christ in heaven, Hartford.
I peered up.
Dark shapes, like black ghosts, were thronging through our flat. A dozen at least.
Hartford was huddled by the wall: he was riddled with bullets. His breathing was laboured; crimson was seeping down his white shirt.
Donovan had dived from the sofa and was stroking Hartford’s cheek, snarling at the bastard, who had his semiautomatic pressed to Hartford’s forehead.
Enough was bleeding enough.
I stood up, straightening my shoulders. As if with a collective mind, the black balaclava bastards turned their shooters to point at me. Apart from the one who had his trained on Hartford. ‘Reckon there’s been a bit of a mix up, gents. So why don’t you pack up and get your arses out of here. By the way, what type of Blood Lifer brings either a gun or a First Lifer to a barney?’
‘That’d be me.’
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She wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University, run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to
life”), and worked with disability charities.
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