A Literary
Crime Scene
"I drink, therefore I am."
"The truth is in the womb."
"Vampires suck."
This is what happens when you're cursed with immortality and forced to drink through the apocalypse.
Lester's voice is pure possession. Cynical. Scarred. Poetic the way a knife wound can be beautiful if you tilt it right.
The book doesn't tell a story. It bleeds one.