With new vampire romance novels entering the marketplace all the time, and with all the recent fondness for them, here is a review of a new vampire novel, The Beat of a Bloodless Heart. This new offering into the vampire genre is geared at the teen vampire romance audience. Synopsis: Diane was a plain and simple small town girl of the early 1900’s when she became a vampire. Like all vampires, she had to kill to survive–but she didn’t like what she had to do. Killing and drinking blood was not in her nature.
She did everything she could to avoid it, but the compulsion was too strong. It was the way she lived, the only way she could survive. Then she met a boy who changed everything. Here is a sample of the first two paragraphs of the novel: ?The starless night was dark and stormy. A thick covering of grey clouds blotted out any light the moon may have cast. The sky threatened a coming rainstorm but that hadn?t happened yet. The gloomy darkened sky made tonight?
s kill easier than most. No one could see me hidden in the shadows of the garbage strewn alley. I was perched behind a rusting solid steel trash bin covered with ripped and shredding political posters, biting my nails absent-mindedly and killing time until a likely prospect showed up. There wasn?t much going on in this decaying section of the city at this time of the night. It was a warehouse district for the most part, with a few shabby (and probably shady) establishments scattered here and there amongst the aging storehouses.
My hiding spot was just south of a fishery that reeked of smelly, rotting fish. There was a greasy spoon diner with a bar attached right at the head of the alley where I waited. The customers that frequented it were usually rough-house type characters of no-good account. I had no mental qualms at taking down any of the clientele (if you could call them that) coming out of there. I had my standards and they were not on the high side. It was just after midnight and the bar crowd had not yet spewed onto the streets for their homeward stagger.
Pickings were few but I only had to wait a short time for my prospective victims to show up. They were two men actually, obviously drunk, probably a couple of patrons from the grimy whiskey joint nearby. I could hear their boisterous singing as they stumbled along. The two men held each other up, arms around each others shoulders, lurching against the filthy brick walls from side to side down the alleyway.
One man was tall and slim, unshaven and slovenly. He had greasy black hair that hung to his shoulders in ribbons. He was dressed in a filthy pair of jeans that hung loosely on his hips.
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