“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.Chapter One
The Conclave
Everyone knew the sins of Miriam Blaylock.
Her crime, and it was an unforgivable one, was to enjoy human beings as friends and lovers, rather than to simply exploit them. She could kiss them and find it sweet, have sex with them and afterward sleep like a contented tiger. To her own kind, this was perversion, like a man with a sheep.
The fact that this prejudice was nonsense did not make what she was doing now any easier. She pressed herself back against the seat of the pedicab, instinctively keeping her face hidden, not only from man, but from her own kind. The samlor moved swiftly down the wet street, spattering through puddles left by the last storm. From the shadows of the passenger compartment, she watched a concealing fog rising from the moat that surrounded the ancient Thai city of Chiang Mai.
How could she ever do this impossible thing? How could she ever face her own kind?
Some theorized that she must have human blood in her family. The idea that there couldlƒƒ