About
the Book
Title:
Young Vampire’s Survival Guide
Author:
Lucy Eldritch
Genre:
Vampires / Urban Paranormal / Horror
Within
a month of being bitten, it cost the life of Robert James’ best
friend. Within a year, hundreds had died. All because of him.
Until
Robert was bitten, he was a regular college student. Now he seems to
be the reluctant future of vampire kind and his world has been turned
upside down. Pursued by the Dawn Warriors – a group dedicated to
cleansing the world of evil – Robert’s survival is at stake.
Literally.
Author
Bio
I’m Lucy Eldritch
and I write paranormal-horror-urban-fantasy-vampire fiction set
mainly in Manchester (the one in the UK, not the one in New
Hampshire) and London. I also love red wine, but I suspect that’s
not really something I should mention. Not professional. Something
like that. So, consider it un-mentioned.
You can find me
here:
And buy the books
here:
A second year
political thought tutorial. Social Sciences Building, University of Manchester.
Two
weeks passed since I read the note and I'd fed just once. I didn't want to
think about it so, unusually for me, I was focused on the subject: Thomas
Hobbes 'Leviathan'. I'd even read the book: twice. Well, I didn't need to sleep
anymore; what else was there to do?
"Hobbes
is wrong," I caught myself saying.
"A
social contract is neither social nor a contract if it is promised under
duress. The idea that the threat of violence does not undermine the freedom
with which ones make an agreement is not something that stands up under close
scrutiny. Furthermore..."
I
pushed my hand through my long, thick black hair and paused. It was a gesture I
frequently used for dramatic effect. This time, though, I was suddenly aware of
a weird stillness in Professor Worthington's tiny, over-hot study.
Every
one of the six students, as well as the Professor herself, looked at me like I
was something they had never seen before. Like I was some kind of Messiah
figure, dispensing wisdom from on high. They were transfixed. Enraptured.
Silent. I wasn't sure how I'd done this but I was certain that my criticism of
a rather dull 17th Century political philosopher wasn't the reason.
There
was a glazed look in my tutor's eyes I had never seen before. In anyone. I was
sure that if, at that moment, I asked her to strip down to her underwear, and
twerk like Miley Cyrus while singing the chorus of Marilyn Manson's 'Cake and
Sodomy' she would have done. Willingly. Well, willingly by Hobbes' definition,
if nothing else.
I
closed my eyes and allowed my mind to reach out to each of the room's other
occupants. Touching their souls, one by one I brought them back to normality.
They glanced around, briefly puzzled, but otherwise it was as if nothing had
happened.
This
wasn't the 'glamour' I'd read about in vampire fiction. This was something
quite different. I named it 'Rapture'. I needed to make a note.
I
pulled my phone out of my pocket to do just that when Professor Jane
Worthington spoke.
"Ah,
Mr James," she said, "you were doing so well for a minute."
She
sighed, sad and weary, and nodded in the direction of my phone.
"But,
I see you have already returned to your old ways. Put your phone back whence
you found it and I'll explain to you, and the rest of the group, why your
understanding of Hobbes' argument is flawed."
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