The vampires are missing. An urban myth brought to life through a horror movie is stalking the Tri-Cities, murdering people, reaping their souls. And humans are questioning if the Pack is truly there to protect.
Red-hot jazz meets cold-blooded murder. It’s lucky that Inspector Roderick Alleyn is in the audience. Now Alleyn must follow a confusing score that features a chorus of family and friends desperate to hide the truth and perhaps shelter a murderer in their midst.
The killer sees himself as an artist and a preserver of youth and vitality through the medium of film. Now Lieutenant Eve Dallas is on his trail.
Fed up with criminals skating, a Purity group has come up with their own solution, delivered through a computer. No matter how you see it, Lieutenant Eve Dallas sees it as murder, and when it starts killing cops . . .
Flossie Rubrick, a highly opinionated and influential Member of the New Zealand Parliament, was last seen heading off to one of the storage sheds on her sheep farm. Three weeks later, she turned up dead and packed in a bale of her own wool. What happened on the night of her disappearance?
There is a fire building inside Vasilisa Sidkorolyavolkva. As a Lycan of royal blood she knows what is expected of her. As her mother’s daughter, she knows a man will claim her, but there is a dreadful restlessness growing in her and in the earth. When she meets Afanasiv Belan, they both realize they will become something more — something feared by both of their kinds.
Lieutenant Eve Dallas discovers that a ritualistic serial killer’s victims are traced to New York’s most posh dating service, Personally Yours.
