So this week I was reading The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black, in which vampirism has spiraled into a sort of pandemic due to one vampire’s decision to start infecting (but not killing) people right and left. Needless to say this quickly results in the near-breakdown of society, until the government herds both the vampires and infected humans into walled cities, known as Coldtowns, that are sort of like leper colonies, only with fangs. Oh, and YouTube feeds.
She thought of the walls of Lance’s farmhouse, streaked with blood. She thought of pink-haired Imogen with her pale staring eyes. “It’s all your fault,” she said muzzily. “You. You’re the reason.”
He gave her an odd look. “I like it when you humans don’t bother being sorry, but it’s a little much to say that it was my fault.”
Humans. Always blaming the vampires for massacres and large-scale bloodbaths. Since we’re on the subject of vampires and bloodbaths, though, I thought I might dust off a quote from Long Before Dawn rather than my usual War of the Ravels excerpt because, well, I’m getting really close to the end of WotR with my editing and anything I post at this point is very likely to be …
So, a Long Before Dawn excerpt it is!
“This may sound crazy, but hear me out–”
“Don’t bother with the it sounds crazy but it’s true speech. You said you knew his name. What is it?”
When you get caught between the vamps and New York City, the best that you can do is … um … load up on stakes, garlic, and holy water. You know it’s crazy, but it’s true.