FOR THREE DAYS, IT WAS DARK. News reporters scrambled. This was the biggest story to come along in weeks. They called it a blackout. The last one was in New York City in 2003, but this one was different, special, because the grids in six major cities across the country had been fried, kaput, see-you-next-Sunday. Everyone with some jurisdiction blamed each other, and when there was no one left to blame, terrorism rode in on its gallant steed. It was the media’s fault. They were so busy stuffing fanatical Muslims with a penchant for Allah and decapitations down the American citizen’s throat, that they never saw it coming. I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on them. They were partially right. It was terror after all, but a whole new kind. And when the lights came back on, things had changed. The dark had brought us visitors.
I received a copy of this novel in exchange for my honest review. This book reminded me of Dean Koontz and Stephen King meets Twilight; Gory, gruesome, scary, chilling you to the bone. This was a truly unique vampire story unlike any other I’ve read before. Beck Sherman painted an excellent picture of a vampire resistance. The characters had character, and although the story was longer than you’d expect, you’re glued to the book until completion and longing for more. A truly interesting take on a vampire story, I loved ever moment of this story.
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