The Red Star’s orbit has been shifted and this is the last time Thread will fall. It means that the dragonriders, led by F’lessan, son of F’lar and Lessa and rider of bronze Golanth, and Tia, rider of green Zaranth, must forge a new place for themselves in a world that may no longer need them.
Just ask Joe Pitt. After exposing the secret source of blood for half of Manhattan’s Vampyres, he’s definitely a dead man walking. He’s been a punching bag and a bullet magnet for every Vampyre Clan in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and the Bronx, not to mention a private eye, an enforcer, an exile, and a vigilante, but now he’s just a target with legs.
The last of the Druids, Atticus O’Sullivan lives in Arizona, runs an occult bookshop, and hunts with Oberon, his talking Irish wolfhound. Only, an angry Celtic god wants that magical sword.
It’s been two-hundred years since the deadly Thread fell like rain upon Pern, devouring everything in its path. No one alive remembers that first horrific onslaught and no one believes in its return — except for the dragonriders.
Anne McCaffrey “collaborated” on Dragon Kin with her son, Todd. Oh well . . .
People are being Shunned. Pern’s running out of firestone. And Todd McCaffrey is no successor to Anne McCaffrey.
Every Last Dropby Charlie Huston urban fantasy in a paperback edition that was published by Del Rey Books on September 30, 2008 and has 252 pages.Explore it on Goodreads or Amazon Other books by this author which I have reviewed include Already Dead, No Dominion, Half the Blood of Brooklyn, My Dead BodyFourth in the Joe Pitt urban fantasy series set in a contemporary New York City about a lone vampire refusing to bow down to any one group of vampires. Joe doesn’t care about anyone else’s agenda. He simply wants to be his own man, um, vampire. But rogues aren’t tolerated and every clan, society, enclave wants a piece of Joe for their own ends. My Take Oh wow. It makes sense. It really does. But still. Oh lord. I hate that I have to wait to read My Dead Body. I am dying to know how they all cope with what Joe has unleashed, hee-hee-hee . . . The Story After burning all his bridges in Half the Blood of Brooklyn, Joe is in miserable exile in the Bronx. Even more of a loner — and alone — than ever. Joe doesn’t even know if Evie made it […]
The mythic beasts and glorious legends of feudal China illuminate a world at war in this with this conclusion to Daniel Fox’s critically acclaimed series.
Someone, some thing is killing the hookers in Bump’s and Slobag’s fiefs and taking their eyes. Something using sex magic.
There’s only so much room on the Island, only so much blood, and Manhattan’s Vampyre Clans aren’t interested in sharing. So when the Vyrus-infected dregs of New York’s outer boroughs start creeping across the bridges and through the tunnels, the Clans want to know why.