Bill The Vampire (The Tome of Bill) (Volume 1)
Rick Gualtieri
Language: English
Pages: 356
ISBN: 1940415020
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THERE ARE REASONS WE FEAR THE NIGHT. HE'S NOT ONE OF THEM.
Bill Ryder was a dateless geek, but then he met a girl to die for. So he did. Unfortunately for him, that was just the beginning of his troubles. He awoke as a vampire, one of the legendary predators of the night. Sadly, fangs or not, he was still at the bottom of the food chain.
Now he finds himself surrounded by creatures stronger, deadlier, and a lot cooler than he is ... and they all want to kick his teeth in.
Bill isn't exactly average, though. A vampire like him hasn't been seen in centuries. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, unlikely allies, and an attitude that makes him too damn obnoxious to quit.
Join him in this hilarious tale of immortal monsters and the unlikely hero who's not afraid to tell them off, even if it gets him killed - permanently this time.
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Bill The Vampire is book one in the bestselling Tome of Bill urban fantasy series.
If you enjoy The Dresden Files or The Iron Druid Chronicles then you're likely in for a bloody good time.
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hung back from me, still whispering amongst themselves. Night Razor finally broke the silence, “Ozymandias is right! Sunrise is right around the corner. You should all be getting back to your nests.” When no one made a move to leave, he put some extra juice into his voice. ”NOW, PEOPLE! GET MOVING. I DON'T WANT ANYONE GETTING CAUGHT IN THE SUN. There have been enough dustings for one day. NOW MOVE!” He couldn't have gotten a better response if he had personally booted each and every one of
on approvingly. Time to test whether Ozymandias knew what he was talking about. Trying (and almost failing) my damnedest to remain calm, I locked eyes with Dusk Reaper as he advanced. With each step he took, I pulled back my lips a little to bare more of my fangs, and also tensed my body, as if preparing to launch myself at him (a bluff, but then again, that bugbear encounter had been one, too. I was only fourth level at the time, after all). All the while, I never let my eyes waver from his.
look like. The floor was made of what looked to be obsidian, and the walls were exquisitely carved grey stone, quite possibly carved from the very earth around us. Dozens of candles illuminated the area. It would have made for a very convincing evil overlord throne room, except for a series of leather chairs set off in a little waiting area and, at the far end of the room, in front of another set of doors, a rich mahogany desk, which was illuminated by the glow of a monitor. Who'd a thunk it...
over and she went rigid, a slack jawed look on her face. “Come on, Sally!” I pleaded, snapping my fingers in front of her face. “You're stronger than this. You can fight it.” “No she can't, you little freewill piece of garbage,” replied Jeff, a cruel smile on his face. “I see she hasn't taught you a damn thing. She might be able to fight a compulsion to attack you or to kill herself. Emotions can make these things all sorts of messy. But a neutral compulsion? Now that's a different story.
prior week. He had placed it on top of a crate overlooking the opening... or arena, as I was starting to think it must be. A red light blinked to indicate it was recording. “I hope you don't mind,” Jeff said. “I missed getting any good footage the last time, so I wanted to be sure I captured your horrific death for posterity's sake.” “Good!” Tom suddenly said. He and Ed stepped up to flank me on either side. “I'm gonna want a copy of us fucking up your shit six ways to Sunday. Might even put it
