Beschrijving
The last vampire on Earth is walking through a desert, searching for a single empty bottle. It is all that he needs to survive.
He is walking upon sand glazed by heat. He feels each single particle fused together like the icing on a funeral cake. The sun pours down on to his body like a white hot acid bath. The sunlight does not kill him but it is mighty uncomfortable.
He wishes for a bottle of SPF sunscreen three hundred times strong but all that he has to protect himself from the sun’s burning rays is his cloak – a tattered quilt sewn from the remnants of a dozen black “Keep On Trucking” t-shirts.
He is hunting…
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT STEVE VERNON
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