Fishtown Blood Bath: Lampreyhead Book One

"The action scenes are fantastic Wow. The story really pulled me in." - Dona Fox, Amazon AuthorThe Committee closed upon Visconti.The chalice clattered on the floor. Wild-eyed, Visconti clutched at his heart. He convulsed as if trying to expel the blasphemous fluid.Mitch pushed at his stunned men, maneuvered them into a tight defensive knot with handguns drawn."Told you shit gets real around here "In the cage, Amanda curled into a ball, her eyes raised in an astonished horror.A strip of Raimonds's face slopped across her hair.Standing above her, Raimond shed strips of his flesh, his body wracked from the transformation.Ned tried pulling Amanda to him, couldn't gain enough leverage. He covered her with his body."Il librario," he whispered. He fumbled the book into his hip pocket.The Committee members' hands thrust past their sleeves. Bare, blood red skin sizzled on their muscles as the summoning still pulled atoms and molecules to complete the restoration.Visconti fell to his knees. His expression swept between gut-twisted agony and exultation."Let us have it " He managed to choke.He pulled a thin book from his robes and held it high. "Know you this? See this?"He opened the Ledger to the first page. All eyes followed the swirling print of Satan's finger."Sche-e-e-e-eise " Ned gasped.Satan's influence lay in that black splotch. It was the key to Formula 86, the most invulnerable and ingenious vampire, being able to spread its dark gift across Creation.With unholy screams, the Committee fell upon him.Seeming to sense the fight, Raimond threw his head back into a chilling howl. He swayed on his clawed feet, still affected by the blood loss.Ned kicked.Raimond staggered against the door. He stumbled out into the chamber.The mobsters needed no encouragement. Their pistols jumped in their hands. The gunshots added little to the already thunderous cacophony.Their weapons were small caliber .22s and .38s, easily tucked away, made for close, precise wounds. They lacked stopping power.Raimond crossed to them in five loping strides, twitching as a bullet struck, but not losing his murderous momentum.The mobsters scattered. One stood his ground, firing his pistol. Raimond leapt upon the man, savaging his throat with claws and fangs. Ned swallowed, watching the chaos. Three mobsters had Raimond surrounded. They fired wide, but as soon as Raimond lunged for one, others took up the attack."Get him " Mitch shouted. "Jesus, get him "Ned called out, despairing. "Raimond "Being an immortal blood-sucking ghoul has its perks. After five hundred years, Ned's business as a gigolo in Philadelphia is booming: his clients get three-day orgasms and he gets enough food and cash to keep him safe and solvent. And since he transforms into a seven-foot lamprey-he's still in the dark as to why that little inconvenience keeps happening-he's learned to keep a tub of water handy. He's smart like that.In fact, his utter lack of knowledge of his past and what his true nature is drives Ned to search out the most despicable undead horrors of the world's criminal paranormal underbelly. Armed only with the knowledge that he and his vicious family of bloodsuckers were created by a supremely evil creature in Austria, Ned comes to meet the corrupt necromancer Visconti and his ridiculous werewolf patient Raimond.In this Clive Barker meets Stephen King style black comedy mash-up, Ned must defeat the stooge-like lethal villain, learn the true nature of the magic that fuels his undead life, save humanity from a cataclysmic convergence of a comet and arcane spells and-some how-get the girl. Will the undead gigolo triumph, or will he just suck?