Chapters (30)
- Title Page
- Fall of Night
- Epigraph
- Contents
- INTRODUCTION
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- SHANE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- SHANE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- SHANE
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- SHANE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- SHANE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- SHANE
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- TRACK LIST
- About the Author
- Available fromALLISON & BUSBY
- Copyright
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRACK LIST
About the Author
Available from ALLISON & BUSBY
Copyright
INTRODUCTION
Morganville, Texas isn’t like other towns. Oh, it’s small, dusty and ordinary, in most ways, but the thing is, there are these – well, let’s not be shy about it. Vampires. They own the town. They run it. And until recently, they were the unquestioned ruling class.
But now Claire’s taken a sabbatical from the insular little world of Morganville, and a vacation from vampires, to pursue her dream of studying at a prestigious new school. Leaving town seems like a fresh start, but Claire knows by now that trouble follows her wherever she goes.
Talk about a killer programme … she may wish for something as simple as the rules of Morganville.
CHAPTER ONE
The billboard at the edge of the border of Morganville hadn’t changed since Claire had first driven past it on the way into town at the tender age of sixteen. It seemed a lifetime ago, but here was the same old sign, faded and creaking in the dry desert wind. It had a 1950s-era couple (white, of course) next to a finned car as big as a boat, looking into the sunset. WELCOME TO MORGANVILLE. YOU’LL NEVER WANT TO LEAVE.
Yet here she was. Leaving. Actually leaving.
The weight of it felt suddenly unbearable, and the billboard dissolved into impressionistic swirls as tears formed hot in her eyes. She was finding it hard to catch her breath. I don’t have to go, she thought. I can turn around, go home, go back where it’s safe … because as crazy and dangerous as Morganville was, at least she’d learnt how to live in it. How to adapt, and survive, and even thrive. It had become, well, home. Comfortable.
Out there … she wasn’t sure what she’d be any more, out there.
It’s time to find out, the more adult part of her said. You have to see the world before you can give it up to be here. She supposed that was right. Didn’t the Amish send their kids out on rumspringa, to find out what life was like outside and make a real decision on whether or not to stay in their community? So, maybe she was on a kind of vampire rumspringa.