“Electrifying. Chilling. Enthralling. Amazing.“ — L.J. Smith, author of The Vampire Diaries
In this new edition of the acclaimed series, Goth teens and rock musicians battle ruthless vampires — and the perils of the heart.
The mean streets of Chicago belong to The Wolf House — a pack of vampires like:
Blake, who loves toying with hunters;
Tim, who’s lost several centuries of his memory;
Cora, who has an unquenchable thirst for cruelty.
Facing off against them are a collection of artists, punk rockers, and misfit high schoolers— smart, talented, angry … and doomed:
Bette and Rose, best friends lured into the vampires’ world;
Lily and Will, vampire hunters, musicians, and all-around human disasters;
Sofie and Jay, who barely survived Cora’s brutality and now are Blake’s pawns.
In the world of the undead, love is a curse and friendship a weapon. When the sun goes down, the games begin … and innocence dies.
1. Origins and Overtures: At first, Bette and Jay are more fascinated than frightened by the secret underworld of vampires … but they’re about to find out just how wrong they are.
2. Roads and Crosses: When death creeps in closer than ever, it destroys the equilibrium Lily and Will shared. Can the new people they’re becoming hope to regain what’s been lost?
3. Fair Game: Vampires obsessively stalk those they love and gleefully manipulate those they oppose. As tensions between humans and vampires begin to boil over, Bette and Tim wonder how much of a person’s identity can survive those new instincts.
4. Fire Proof Heart: Having an eating disorder was miserable enough as a human. Now that Ash is a vampire, it’s a living hell. She’s the latest victim of Cora’s evil games against Blake, but now Blake — capricious, charming, endlessly bloodthirsty — is the only one who can save her.
5. Last Girl: In the horror movies Michelle watches with her friends, the last girl is the one who kills the monster and gets to live, even when everyone else is dead. It’s not a role Michelle wants, but that’s not her choice to make. And it seems as if Alexander’s only reward for tenaciously surviving all this time is to lose everything over and over again. When all’s said and done, is being the last one standing a blessing or a curse?
“Rock’n’roll, sex, tattoos, feminism, bisexuality, and a sense of what teens really are about.” —The Age
Genre: FICTION / Occult & SupernaturalThis series has been available through several different publishers and printings since 2009. In that time it has gained a devoted following of readers (there are two tattoos, last I heard, not to mention cosplays, fanfiction, and fanart). An audiobook of the first of the five novels has been released, along with illustrated special editions.
Despite steady and solid profits for seven years, I believe this series is yet to truly hit its peak of popularity, and feel this success may lie in gaining a truly international readership.
All vampires are beautiful, and Blake’s no exception. His hair is a deep brown and curls at the nape of his neck, and makes the dark of his eyes look less uncanny. Fair-haired vampires always stand out as strange more obviously, because of those dark, dark red irises. He’s tall and what a certain type of English teacher might call ‘imperially slim’, almost as thin as Jenna and her sister, but he died just old enough that his body had time to grow into its shape and so he wears it elegantly, not with the almost clumsy coltish charm of the girls.
His suit is charcoal and simple enough that Jay guesses it must be very expensive, and his shirt is a warm bone color which gives a little life to the whiteness of Blake’s throat and face. His eyebrows and nose are straight, his teeth slightly crooked when he smiles along with his handshake. His canines are just a fraction longer than a human’s, and taper to sharp points.
“You smell like a girl’s perfume.”
Jay laughs. He can’t help it. “You really suck at pick-up lines.”
Blake’s smile gets wider, and Jay can’t help glancing at his teeth again, either. He’s got poor impulse control at the best of times, and while it may not be the best of times, it’s still a pretty good night.
“I can’t tell if your hair is like that because you’ve been kissing someone, or because it’s meant to look like that,” Blake goes on, sounding genuinely perplexed. “There’s an awful lot of… stuff in it.” He steps in closer to Jay, into Jay’s personal space, on the pretense of getting a better look at Jay’s hair. “There’s some carpet lint here, you know. Cloakroom?”
“Cloakroom,” Jay agrees, mouth dry. Blake smells really, really good, like expensive shampoo and laundered clothing and warm dark.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Víctor Martín Solanas
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