Kardinal

Brit horror author Thomas Emson's explosive conclusion to his well-received trilogy is finally on Kindle!

The end of humanity is here...

In the final, explosive part of Emson's Vampire Trinity, the vampires are rising again, and humanity is on the brink. In Britain, the undead's allies are close to victory in a general election. In Iraq, they search for the god of vampires with the intention of unleashing it on the world. There is only one hope:

Jake Lawton...

But badly wounded and fearing he is infected with vampire blood, Lawton is haunted by visions and dreams. They lead him to the lair of a demon with whom he must forge an alliance if he is to save his friends, his country, and his species...

What the critics say about The Vampire Trinity

"Skarlet certainly has some impact and Twilight it most certainly ain't" Scott Pack

"Emson feeds fresh blood to the vampire genre in this visceral hybrid of plague, panic, and the paranormal, which launches a series worth watching... " Publishers Weekly

"It's worth pointing out that this is no 'vampire romance'; it's an out-and-out horror story, dark and brutal and thrilling" David Pitt, Booklist

"Fantastic end to one of the best vampire series available. Bloody, fast paced and tense" Graeme Reynolds, author of High Moor and High Moor 2: Moonstruck

Extract

Sorin stiffened. Fear gripped him.
"He's one of them," he said.
"Them?" said his brother.
"He wears the mark. The red of the Nebuchadnezzars."
"No," said Ionu.
"He wears the flesh of our fathers."
"No, no... "
"Can't you sense it?"
"Yes, yes, but... "
Of course Ionu could sense it. Every vampire sensed it. It was part of their DNA. It was the source code. A fragment of flesh worn as a mark by their human allies. A fragment that came from Kea, Kakash, and Kasdeja, the vampire trinity that had given birth to all the undead that now prowled the earth.
Nebuchadnezzars, he thought. If I could, I would kill them too.
But that red mark protected them. That red mark told a vampire, You die before laying a hand on this human, because this human is chosen. And he knew he couldn't attack a Nebuchadnezzar even if he wanted to - everything in his nature stopped him.
"Come out," Sorin called into the gloom. He could see everything in the darkness, his predator's eyes making it easy for him.
A figure reared up in the darkness. It was like a shadow creeping up the wall. The man stood in silhouette. He stood still. He was waiting.
Ionu hissed and cowered, probably sensing the mark on the human at last.
"We're hungry," said Sorin. "Will you give us a little of your blood, to tide us over?"
Some Nebuchadnezzars were willing to do that - give a few drops from their veins if a vampire was suffering. If blood death was near. The vampire would only take what it needed, leaving the Nebuchadnezzar still human.
The man said nothing.
Sorin grew angry. "Help us, you're a Neb."
The man stepped closer.
Sorin's belly cramped. He saw the man more clearly now. Saw that he was armed. Armed with a weapon in each hand. Short swords made of ivory. Short swords made from the horns of -
Sorin lurched backwards, terrified.
The man glared at them. And in the darkness, one of his eyes glowed red.


Genre: Horror