Necroscope: Resurgence: The Lost Years, Volume 2
Brian Lumley
Language: English
Pages: 510
ISBN: 2:00127360
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Harry Keogh, the Necroscope, the man who can talk to the dead, and Earth's greatest vampire hunter, has been searching for his wife and infant son, gone missing during Harry's war against the vampires. This obsession has left him open to subtle influence by an ancient vampire, Radu. Entombed in amber, trapped in undeath, Radu plans for his resurrection and plots the destruction of other vampires who might challenge his supremacy.
Thus, Radu's enemies are now Harry's--and Harry cannot properly defend himself. His powers--his deadspeak and his ability to transport himself through the Mobius Continuum--are locked away in the recesses of his vampire-clouded mind.
But Harry is not without allies, living and dead. E-Branch, the psychic spy organization, is worried about Harry. So is harry's long-dead Ma, and the ancient philosopher and prophet Nostradamus, whose centuries-old quatrain make eerie sense in the modern world.
Right now, Harry Keogh doesn't even know he's the Necroscope. But Earth's teeming dead won't let him forget them for long--and won't let him forget that Radu and his vampire kind are humanity's deadliest enemies.
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wondering if, after all, they had only been part of some dreadful nightmare. More specifically, he wondered about Bonnie Jean. What he had seen in the animal shelter had seemed so very real; but it had been dark during the period of B.J.‘s metamorphosis (her “imagined” transition) so that even now he couldn’t accept it for a fact. For surely he’d proved it to himself time and time again that she was innocent—of everything! In which case, why had he needed to prove it? Or more properly, what had
we simply reverse the process?” But you are unique, Harry, (Mesmer sighed), while I am one of a very Mundane Majority. You’re of the air above, while I am of the earth below. Indeed, I have even passed into the earth! Mundane, aye. Why, I can’t even see you! Not the physical you. “The Great Majority,” Harry told him then, “men like yourself, sir, but not nearly as learned as you—not all of them—have helped me in so many ways, so many times, that without them I would be literally nothing, gone
whatever he did. Except that wouldn’t be what other infants did. Not him, for just like his father he was a Necroscope, too. He could talk to the dead, and knew all the secrets of the Mobius Continuum. “He can go wherever he wants,” the Necroscope told himself out loud. “They can hide … anywhere!” Or be anywhere, as long as he wasn’t there. And he knew that if they wanted to be found he and the whole professional army of investigators that he had bought would have found them. Well, they
it’s true enough. And that’s the noo. But Romania thirty years ago? And so Ah’m obliged tae agree, it’s no fair o’ me tae base mah argument—or shall we say, mah dissertation?—on alleged occurrences taken place in such a barbaric hellhole. So let’s take a look at a more enlightened society, shall we? Like, how about England? Or even closer to home, Scotland maybe? What about the Highlands, just thirty years ago? Aye, just about the same time as this incident in Dumitresti. Ah, but it would
slow-motion. And over and over the wildly revving machine went—and down and down—with Chang Lun and his man hanging on for dear life, and for death, all the way to the bottom. But in the seconds before they hit: Farewell, Chang Lun, said that faint, mocking voice in the Major’s mind. You’ll go no more a-spying for Tsi-Hong, I fear! Oh, ha-ha-ha! “Liar! Liar!” the Major sobbed, still twirling. And coldly: Always, Chang Lun, the voice agreed. Always! With which the Major’s world went out in a
