Christopher Buehlman\'s 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 in this chilling horror novel....
Whatever they are, whatever their appearance me.
Vampires, like him...or not like him.
The children with the merry eyes.
Until one night he sees them hunting on his beloved subway.
It\'s almost too easy.
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.
Joey Peacock knows this as well as anybody--he\'s 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 city\'s sidewalks.
And die.
New York City in 1978 is a dirty, dangerous place to live.
Paul Wilson Christopher Buehlman\'s 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 in this chilling horror novel....
WINNER OF THE AMERICAN LIBRARY ASSOCIATION\'S BEST HORROR NOVEL OF THE YEAR *New York Times bestselling author F.
And neither are the rest of us.
Whatever they are, whatever their appearance means, the unDead in the tunnels of Manhattan are not as safe as they once were.
Vampires, like him...or not like him.
The children with the merry eyes.
Until one night he sees them hunting on his beloved subway.
It\'s almost too easy.
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.
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 city\'s sidewalks.
And die.
New York City in 1978 is a dirty, dangerous place to live.
Christopher Buehlman\'s 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 in this chilling horror novel...
