Blood Dreams

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George R.R. Martin, Fevre Dream, 1982
Forget the Twilight Saga. Forget The Vampire Diaries. Forget the mediocre books by Charlaine Harris and the TV series, True Blood, spawned from them. What you really need is a trip back in time to 1857 with the help of George R.R. Martin; sail down the Mississippi in the legendary steamship Fevre Dream and feast your eyes on the world that briefly grew on the river’s banks. The Fevre Dream’s captain (and our hero) is a three-hundred pound man covered in hair and warts, famously known as the ugliest man alive. If you can overlook that, you might earn a loyal friend who will fight for you against any trouble along the way – especially if the trouble involves pale creatures that only come out at night and feast on human blood. Exactly those creatures you’ve found so lacking in modern vampire series.

Sure, there will be one or two bumps along the way – those rapids that jolt the reader and leave him queasy (in particular, a certain banquet scene on the Fevre Dream with a nasty surprise at its end). But as with any other sure-handed thriller or horror story, you know your destination will soon be in view and as you step on firm land you’ll carry the journey in your heart – for better or worse – as you walk away. And when you reach home, you’ll make sure the doors and windows are locked before you say a prayer and fall asleep on your pillow covering a double-barreled shotgun.

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and the book must be in storage in NYC...