Blood and Other Cravings: Original Stories of Vampires and Vampirism by Today's Greatest Writers of Dark Fiction
When we expect of vampires, immediately the picture arises: fangs sunk deep into the throat of the sufferer. yet bloodsucking is simply one type of vampirism. For this brilliantly unique anthology, Ellen Datlow has commissioned tales from a number of the such a lot powerfully darkish voices in modern horror, who conjure stories of vampirism that may sit back readers to the marrow.
In addition to the normal fanged vampires, Datlow offers tales in regards to the leeching of emotion, the draining of the soul, and different darkish deeds of predation and exploitation, infestation, and evisceration…tales of lifestyles essence, literal or metaphorical, stolen.
Seventeen tales, via such award-winning authors as Elizabeth undergo, Richard Bowes, Kathe Koja, Margo Lanagan, Carol Emshwiller, and Lisa Tuttle will petrify readers. With darkish stories by means of Laird Barron, Barry Malzberg and invoice Pronzini, Kaaron Warren, and different robust voices, Blood and different Cravings will redefine the fear of vampires and vampirism.
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