Format Read: ebook
Series: Morganville Vampires #9
Release date: October 26th 2010
Formats Available: paperback, ebook, kindle
Number of pages: 338
Get ready for "non-stop vampire action" (Darque Reviews) in the latest Morganville Vampire novel from New York Times bestselling author Rachel Caine.
While developing a new system to maintain Morganville’s defenses, student Claire Danvers discovers a way to amplify vampire mental powers. Through this, she’s able to re-establish the field around this vampire-infested Texas college town that protects it from outsiders.
But the new upgrades have an unexpected consequence: people inside the town begin to slowly forget who they are-even the vampires. Soon, the town’s little memory problem has turned into a full-on epidemic. Now Claire needs to figure out a way to pull the plug on her experiment- before she forgets how to save Morganville…
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“Oh, this doesn’t sound like a good idea,” Claire said, looking down at the paper that had been shoved into her hand by a passing student. She paused in the shade of the Science Building porch to read it. Only idiots stood around in full sun at Texas Prairie University in the middle of the afternoon – well, idiots and football players – and angled herself into a corner so she wouldn’t get buffeted by the streams of people pouring out after the end of class. There were a few hardy salmons trying to swim upstream, but she didn’t think they’d make it.
People all around her were carrying the same goldenrod sheet of paper she had – stuffed into pockets, crammed into books, held in hands.
She was one of the last ones to get pamphleted, she guessed. She was just a little surprised anybody had bothered at all, given the fact that she, Claire Danvers, was small for her age, looked younger than her mid-seventeen-going-hard-on-eighteen years, and tended to blend into the crowd at the best of times. Even though her ultra-fashion-conscious housemate Eve – with all the best possible intentions – had made her sit down in the bathroom and get her brown hair all highlighted so it glowed red in the sun. Still. She just wasn’t – noticeable.
She’d learned it the hard way: early admission to college sucked.
Someone stopped next to her in the relative quiet of the shade. It was a tall, good-looking boy, and he dropped his backpack on the tiled floor with a thump as he looked over the same flyer she held. “Huh,” he said, and glanced over at her. “You going?”
Once she got over the dazzle of his good looks (truthfully, it didn’t take that long, her boyfriend was just as cute), she checked his wrist. He was a Morganville native; he was wearing a bracelet around one wrist, made out of copper and leather, with an ornate-looking symbol engraved on the central plate. It meant he was vampire property – property of Ming Cho, who was one of those vampires that Claire had never directly run into. She liked it that way. Really, her circle of vampire acquaintances was way, way too large as it was.
“Hey,” he said again, and rattled the paper in front of her face. “Anybody in there? You going?”
Claire looked down at the paper again. It had a bunch of pictures and symbols on it, no words. A musical note, which meant a rave was on the menu. Some pictures of party favors, which meant that mostly illegal stuff was going to be floating around. The address was coded in the form of a riddle, which she solved easily enough; it was an address on South Rackham, among all those decaying warehouses that used to be thriving businesses. The time was pretty obvious: midnight. That was what the graphic of the witch was for – the witching hour. The date was tonight.
“Not interested,” she said, and handed him her copy. “Not my thing.”
“Too bad. It’s going to be out there.”
He laughed. “You a training wheels partier?”
“I’m not much of a partier at all,” Claire said, and couldn’t help but smile; he had a really nice laugh, one that made you want to laugh with it. He wasn’t laughing at her, at least. That was different. “Hi, by the way. I’m Claire.”
“Alex,” he said. “You coming from Chem?”
“No, Computational Physics.”
“Oh,” he said, and blinked. “And I have no idea what that is. Right, carry on, Einstein. Nice to meet you.”
He picked up his backpack and moved off before she could even explain about many-body and non-linear physical systems. Yeah, that would have really impressed him. Instead of walking away, he’d have been running.
She felt a little hurt, but only a little. At least he’d talked to her. That was ninety-nine percent better than her usual score with college guys, except the ones who wanted to do something terrible to her. Those guys were very chatty.