The suicide motor club / Christopher Buehlman.
"Bram Stoker, quoting the poem Lenore, said 'The dead ride fast.' Those words have never rung more true... Remember that car that passed you near midnight on route 66, doing 105 with its lights off? You wondered where it was going so quickly on that dark, dusty stretch of road, motor roaring, the driver glancing out the window as he blew by. Did his greedy eyes shine silver like a coyote's? Did he make you feel like prey? You can't remember now You just saw the founder of the Suicide Motor Club. Be grateful his brake lights never flashed. Be grateful his car was already full. They roam America, littering the highways with smashed cars and bled-out bodies, a gruesome reflection of the unsettled sixties. But to anyone unlucky enough to meet them in the lonely hours of the night, they're just a blur in their memories. That is--to all but one... Two years ago, they left a witness in the mangled wreck of her family car, her husband dead, her son taken. She remembers their awful faces, despite their tricks and glamours. And she's coming for them--her thirst for vengeance even more powerful than their hunger for blood. On the deserted highways of America, hunter is about to become the hunted..."-- Provided by publisher.
Record details
- ISBN: 9781101988732 (hardback)
- ISBN: 1101988738 (hardback)
- Physical Description: 360 pages ; 24 cm
- Edition: First edition.
- Publisher: New York : Berkley Books, 2016.
Content descriptions
General Note: | "A novel"--Book jacket. |
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Subject: | Revenge > Fiction. Vampires > Fiction. |
Genre: | Horror fiction. Fantasy fiction. |
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- Baker & Taylor
"Bram Stoker, quoting the poem Lenore, said 'The dead ride fast.' Those words have never rung more true... Remember that car that passed you near midnight on route 66, doing 105 with its lights off? You wondered where it was going so quickly on that dark, dusty stretch of road, motor roaring, the driver glancing out the window as he blew by. Did his greedy eyes shine silver like a coyote's? Did he make you feel like prey? You can't remember now You just saw the founder of the Suicide Motor Club. Be grateful his brake lights never flashed. Be grateful his car was already full. They roam America, littering the highways with smashed cars and bled-out bodies, a gruesome reflection of the unsettled sixties. But to anyone unlucky enough to meet them in the lonely hours of the night, they're just a blur in their memories. That is--to all but one... Two years ago, they left a witness in the mangled wreck of her family car, her husband dead, her son taken. She remembers their awful faces, despite their tricks andglamours. And she's coming for them--her thirst for vengeance even more powerful than their hunger for blood. On the deserted highways of America, hunter is about to become the hunted.."-- - Baker & Taylor
Two years after killing a man, taking his son, and leaving a wife and mother for dead, the ruthless Suicide Motor Club vampires are hunted by a woman whose thirst for vengeance proves more powerful than their hunger for blood. - Baker & Taylor
""Rising horror star"* Christopher Buehlman, author of The Lesser Dead, returns with a chilling and thrilling tale of dark evil lurking on the lonely, open road... Bram Stoker, quoting the ballad "Lenore," said, "The dead travel fast." Those words have never rung more true... Remember that car that passed you near midnight on Route 66, doing 105 with its lights off? You wondered where it was going so quickly on that dark, dusty stretch of road, motor roaring, the driver glancing out the window as he blewby. Did his greedy eyes shine silver like a coyote's? Did he make you feel like prey? You can't remember now. You just saw the founder of the Suicide Motor Club. Be grateful his brake lights never flashed. Be grateful his car was already full. They roam America, littering the highways with smashed cars and bled-out bodies, a gruesome reflection of the unsettled sixties. But to anyone unlucky enough to meet them in the lonely hours of the night, they're just a blurry memory. That is--to all but one... Twoyears ago, they left a witness in the mangled wreck of her family car, her husband dead, her son taken. She remembers their awful faces, despite their tricks and glamours. And she's coming for them--her thirst for vengeance even more powerful than their hunger for blood. On the deserted highways of America, the hunters are about to become the hunted.."-- - Baker & Taylor
Two years after killing a man, taking his son and leaving a wife and mother for dead, the ruthless Suicide Motor Club vampires are hunted by a woman whose thirst for vengeance proves more powerful than their hunger for blood. By the award-winning author ofThe Lesser Dead . - Penguin Putnam
'Rising horror star* Christopher Buehlman, author of The Lesser Dead, returns with a chilling and thrilling tale of dark evil lurking on the lonely, open road...
Bram Stoker, quoting the ballad 'Lenore," said, 'the dead travel fast.'
Those words have never rung more true...
Remember that car that passed you near midnight on Route 66, doing 105 with its lights off? You wondered where it was going so quickly on that dark, dusty stretch of road, motor roaring, the driver glancing out the window as he blew by.
Did his greedy eyes shine silver like a coyote's? Did he make you feel like prey?
You can't remember now.
You just saw the founder of the Suicide Motor Club. Be grateful his brake lights never flashed. Be grateful his car was already full.
They roam America, littering the highways with smashed cars and bled-out bodies, a gruesome reflection of the unsettled sixties. But to anyone unlucky enough to meet them in the lonely hours of the night, they're just a blurry memory.
That is'to all but one...
Two years ago, they left a witness in the mangled wreck of her family car, her husband dead, her son taken. She remembers their awful faces, despite their tricks and glamours. And she's coming for them'her thirst for vengeance even more powerful than their hunger for blood.
On the deserted highways of America, the hunters are about to become the hunted...