ā[Charlie Hustonās] action scenes are unparalleled in crime fiction and his dialogue is so hip and dead-on that Elmore Leonard should be getting nervous.ā āPublishers Weekly (starred review), on Half the Blood of Brooklyn
Itās like this: a series of bullet-riddled bad breaks has seen rogue Vampyre and terminal tough guy Joe Pitt go from PI for hire to Clan-connected enforcer to dead man walking in a New York minute. And after burning all his bridges, the only one left to cross leads to the Bronx, where Joeās brass knuckles and straight razor canāt keep him from running afoul of a sadistic old bloodsucker with a bad bark and a worse bite. Even if every Clan in Manhattan is hollering for Joeās head on a stick, itās got to be better than trying to survive in the outer-borough wilderness.
So itās a no-brainer when Clan boss Dexter Predo comes looking to make a deal. All Joe has to do to win back breathing privileges on his old turf is infiltrate an upstart Clan whose plan to cure the Vyrus could expose the secret Vampyre world to mortal eyes and set off a panic-driven massacre. Not cool. But Joeās all over it. To save the Undead future, he just has to wade neck-deep through all the archenemies, former friends, and assorted heavy hitters heās crossed in the past. No sweat? Maybe not, but definitely more blood than heās ever seen or hungered for. And maybe even some tearsāover the horror and heartbreaking truth about the evil men do no matter who or what they are.
Praise for Charlie Huston and his Joe Pitt novels
āIn conceiving his world (a New York City divided by vampire clans, each with different reasons to hate Pitt), Huston gives a fading genre a fresh afterlife. [Grade:] A.ā āEntertainment Weekly
ā[Huston] creates a world that is at once supernatural and totally familiar, imaginative, and utterly convincing.ā āThe Philadelphia Inquirer
ā[Charlie Hustonās] action scenes are unparalleled in crime fiction and his dialogue is so hip and dead-on that Elmore Leonard should be getting nervous.ā āPublishers Weekly (starred review), on Half the Blood of Brooklyn
Itās like this: a series of bullet-riddled bad breaks has seen rogue Vampyre and terminal tough guy Joe Pitt go from PI for hire to Clan-connected enforcer to dead man walking in a New York minute. And after burning all his bridges, the only one left to cross leads to the Bronx, where Joeās brass knuckles and straight razor canāt keep him from running afoul of a sadistic old bloodsucker with a bad bark and a worse bite. Even if every Clan in Manhattan is hollering for Joeās head on a stick, itās got to be better than trying to survive in the outer-borough wilderness.
So itās a no-brainer when Clan boss Dexter Predo comes looking to make a deal. All Joe has to do to win back breathing privileges on his old turf is infiltrate an upstart Clan whose plan to cure the Vyrus could expose the secret Vampyre world to mortal eyes and set off a panic-driven massacre. Not cool. But Joeās all over it. To save the Undead future, he just has to wade neck-deep through all the archenemies, former friends, and assorted heavy hitters heās crossed in the past. No sweat? Maybe not, but definitely more blood than heās ever seen or hungered for. And maybe even some tearsāover the horror and heartbreaking truth about the evil men do no matter who or what they are.
Praise for Charlie Huston and his Joe Pitt novels
āIn conceiving his world (a New York City divided by vampire clans, each with different reasons to hate Pitt), Huston gives a fading genre a fresh afterlife. [Grade:] A.ā āEntertainment Weekly
ā[Huston] creates a world that is at once supernatural and totally familiar, imaginative, and utterly convincing.ā āThe Philadelphia Inquirer