When The Moon Remembers by Brian Grisham
Brian Grisham started the Caffeinated Fangs saga in April of 1999 and has been adding to it ever since. It's the story of a society living just under the mortal world, where vampires live their lives, feed, romance, deceive and try to live through the millennia. Below, you'll find a small "taste" of what you'll find in the book, I highly recommend it and keep in mind, Brian Grisham is heading for bigger and better things. He has an amazing start with "When The Moon Remembers" 'The coffee shop was always busy on Saturday nights, full of people young and old, loud and too damn loud, but the vampire was soothed by the voices- the various sounds that escaped their mouths and sharp tongues. Relaxing, yet taunting. Full of warmth and emotion. He fell in love with them all. Their sounds poured into his veins as if it were blood, thick and syrupy, and running down his soul, (if he had one). It was liquid fire burning his stomach, filling it for perhaps the first time in years. He grinned momentarily and faint dimples touched his cheeks, barely noticeable upon his pale face, which was ghastly radiant but still passable for human.' 'His eyes were a golden green, dark, and yet held a glossy brilliance to them. They were large round jewels sunken in his skull, and the whiteness around them were even more dazzling, lacking depth and almost two dimensional. He had a wild mop of brown hair, fairly short which seemed to creep and tangle with itself. The vampire looked back out the window and watched a man walk by wearing a tied-dye shirt with long frizzled brown hair knotted into a pony tail. His side burns reached down to the ends of his jaw line and his thin beard grew like a weed on his chin. The vampire tasted the scent of his blood and held a steady gaze upon him. The man quickly glanced back and met the vampires tranquil eyes then turned around and continued walking. The vampire grinned as a young waitress who looked to be in her mid twenties asked him if he would like a refill. Without looking up he declined the offer. She smiled and went back behind the counter only to get bitched by an unsatisfied customer. Ah, the sent of blood swirled about the air like black smoke in a burning house. Sweet, sweet smoke. His mouth was crying for blood. Deep, rich blood pouring down his eager throat. And the voices! He wanted to take every one of these mortals back with him and play with them until death would steal them away.' Stop by Brian's site: Black Roses In Delirium and pick up a copy today! Last updated on 3-10-2005 |
