Fantasy deserted by reason produces impossible monsters: united with it, fantasy is the mother of the arts and the source of their wonders. Francisco Goya (caption for The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters) By day, Elise draws and paints, spilling out the horrific visions of her tortured mind. By night, she walks the streets, selling her body to the highest bidder. And then they come into her life: a trio of impossibly beautiful... and brutally murderous...vampires. Terence, with his cruel, seductive smile and hunger to exploit the innocent and unwary. Maria, a cat-like beauty, whose lust for love is matched only by her lust for the heat and sustenance of human blood. And finally, Edward, the most human of them, hating himself for his desires and wanting to warn others not to get too close, yet using his charms to draw them near. All three of them have a passion for the soul of artists and a hunger for creativity they could never duplicate. When the three encounter Elise, they set an explosive triangle in motion. Terence wants to drain her blood. Maria just wants her. And Edward, the most recently-converted, wants to prevent her from making the same mistake he made as a young abstract expressionist artist in 1950s Greenwich Village: sacrificing his artistic vision for immortal life. He is the only one of the three still human enough to realize what an uneven... and unholy... trade this is. In the Blood is a novel that will grip you in a vise of suspense that won't let go, forcing you to stay up long past midnight, turning page after page, until the very last moment, when a surprising turn of events changes everything and demonstrates, truly, what love and sacrifice are all about.