Blood and Other Cravings: Original Stories of Vampires and Vampirism by Today's Greatest Writers of Dark Fiction

By Ellen Datlow

When we expect of vampires, immediately the picture arises: fangs sunk deep into the throat of the sufferer. yet bloodsucking is in simple terms one kind of vampirism. For this brilliantly unique anthology, Ellen Datlow has commissioned tales from a number of the such a lot powerfully darkish voices in modern horror, who conjure stories of vampirism that may kick back readers to the marrow.

In addition to the normal fanged vampires, Datlow offers tales in regards to the leeching of emotion, the draining of the soul, and different darkish deeds of predation and exploitation, infestation, and evisceration…tales of existence essence, literal or metaphorical, stolen.

Seventeen tales, by way of such award-winning authors as Elizabeth endure, Richard Bowes, Kathe Koja, Margo Lanagan, Carol Emshwiller, and Lisa Tuttle will petrify readers. With darkish stories by means of Laird Barron, Barry Malzberg and invoice Pronzini, Kaaron Warren, and different strong voices, Blood and different Cravings will redefine the phobia of vampires and vampirism.

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