Vampires : the Recent Undead (2011)

English

The undead are more alive today than ever. Immortal? Indeed! Nothing has sunk its teeth into twenty-first century popular culture as pervasively as the vampire. The fangsters have the freedom to fly across all genres and all mediums - there''s even apps for vamps. Whether roaming into romance, haunting horror, sneaking into science fiction, capering into humor, meandering through mystery - no icon is more versatile than the vampire. Slake your insatiable thirst with the best sanguinary stories of the new millennium: terrifying or tender, deadly or delicious, bad-ass or beneficent, classic or cutting-edge.

Bloodlover (2000)

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Reborn (1998)

English

Michel called her name as he went through the mass masoleum, desperate to break up the eerie feeling the Columbarium had on him, hoping for a reply that did not come. Periodically, as he checked out a branch that led off the main corridor, he would peer out the window at the end, searching for, hoping for some sign of her. But the cemetery outside was still. Still as death, he thought. And then he forced himself to return to the corridor and continue inside this oppressive, spooky environment. In here, where there was no air not laced with embalming fluid, where the cold weighed him down to the floor, where the lighting caused everything to seem artificial and created unusual shadow patterns; it felt as if the dead were about to come alive, like in so many horror movies he'd seen. You'd turn around, and there would be one, mindless, less than human, sitting in the open drawer, staring at you with one thought in mind, one all- consuming passion. And behind that one, there would be another, and another... Wow! he thought. This is how mortals see us. Maybe it was his mortal side that brought out such strange thoughts. This would be a great place for a Halloween party, it occurred to him, and that bit of lightness lifted his spirits...

Dracul, an Eternal Love Story (1998)

English

Mina returned to the parlor. The room, now empty but for Lucy's remains, was bathed in a shaft of early afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows that had somehow escaped the dark clouds. Mina found herself annoyed by the light, and hung back in a darker area of the room. Black curtains of mourning graced the windows, and a dark wreath of hawthorn branches tied with inky satin ribbons hung on the door.

Lucy's coffin rested easily among the flowers. Her white- clad body lay on white satin, a laced pillow beneath her head, a pillow which had been crocheted by her great aunt and which had been in Lucy's hope chest.

Mina approached the casket slowly, in wonder. How could her friend look so lovely in death? It was as if the spirit still remained within her, filling out her corporeal form. Truly, she appeared to be resting only. And she looked far healthier than she had in the last few weeks. It made death very inviting.

Gone were the traces of illness. The blue circles beneath her eyes had vanished. Her cheeks bloomed with rosy color, no longer concave as they had been for weeks which had made her look like nothing more than a skeleton. Those sensuous lips, so red, red as blood...how extraordinary! Pigment tinged her flesh, and her hair sparkled, dazzling as sunbeams danced on the strands. And Lucy's hands! Pressed together just so in prayer fashion on her chest, clasping a white Bible; they looked as though they were about to move, the way Lucy moved them almost continuously when she talked, to reach out and touch Mina's arm, and then Lucy's eyes would snap open, and her lips would part, as she would laugh and say, "I've got you! Silly goose! Did you really think I was dead?"

But the hands did not move, nor the lips part, nor the eyes open and sparkle with the joy of besting a friend in a superb but morbid practical joke...

Child of the Night (1996)

English


Outside, a cold wind blew around Carol's legs. She pulled her beige spring coat closer--it was chillier in Bordeaux than she had thought it would be. This street had few cars and none of them were taxis. She thought about going back inside and phoning one, but then the lights of the restaurant went out and when she peered through the lace curtains she couldn't see anyone inside.
A main street's only a block away and, no doubt, my police protection is still lurking, she assured herself.
She turned into the wind, heading down the low hill towards the brighter lights. Even before reaching the corner, she heard a car behind. It was a taxi. She waved and the driver slowed.
"The Royal Medoc," she told him, closing the door.
He pulled away immediately.
A little drunk from two glasses of wine and the liqueur, Carol rested her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes. Instantly a vision of the attacker appeared on her eyelids so she opened her eyes briefly but then closed them again.

Near Death (1994)

English

"Near Death is a thoughful, breathless danse macabre of passion and horror. Lovers of vampire fiction have found a new goddess in Nancy Kilpatrick."

Karl Edward Wagner
Editor, of Year's Best Horror

"Nancy Kilpatrick cuts straight to the heart of the story. Near Death is part hard boiled, part tender, and always tasty."

Poppy Z. Brite
Author of Lost Souls and Drawing Blood

"If Lord Byron were revived as a vampire, he would be Kilpatrick's David! Horror has never been so poetically exquisite before; move over Anne Rice for Nancy Kilpatrick."

Robert W. Walker
Author of Primal Instinct and Killer Instinct