It’s possible Chloe hears this. When Jude turns, she’s standing, framed in the doorway like a portrait. Her hair streams over her shoulders. Her eyes are enormous. She’s young and she’s beautiful and she’s outraged. Jude can see her taking them in—Eli picking up the shards of glass so Jude won’t step on them. Eli kneeling at her feet.
Vampire fiction has been so popular over the last few years, but Karen Joy Fowler, as always, brings something more to it, something sharper, something with (and pardon the pun) bite. She creates a fully realised world and relationships in few words, and poses questions that should be asked of the immortal more often.
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