Christopher Buehlmans Those Across the River delivered an unsettling brew of growing menace spiked with flashes of genuine terror. Now, the World Fantasy Award-nominated author stakes a bloody claim on vampire mythology The secret is, vampires are real and I am one. The secret is, Im stealing from you what is most truly yours and Im not sorry... New York City in 1978 is a dirty, dangerous place to live. And die. Joey Peacock knows this as well as anybody—he has spent the last forty years as an adolescent vampire, perfecting the routine he now enjoys womanizing in punk clubs and discotheques, feeding by night, and sleeping by day with others of his kind in the macabre labyrinth under the citys sidewalks. The subways are his playground and his highway, shuttling him throughout Manhattan to bleed the unsuspecting in the Sheep Meadow of Central Park or in the backseats of Checker cabs, or even those in their own apartments who are too hypnotized by sitcoms to notice him opening their windows.
