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Lost Souls is a 1992 horror novel, and Poppy Z. Brite's first novel. Despite many short stories Lost Souls is the only full-length novel to feature Brite's popular duo: Steve and Ghost. The novel is an extended version of the short story: The Seed of Lost Souls. Several characters introduced... read more

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At a club in Missing Mile, N.C., the children of the night gather, dressed in black, looking for acceptance. Among them are Ghost, who sees what others do not; Ann, longing for love; and Jason, whose real name is Nothing, newly awakened to an ancient, deathless... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)

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At a club in Missing Mile, N.C., the children of the night gather, dressed in black, looking for acceptance. Among them are Ghost, who sees what others do not; Ann, longing for love; and Jason, whose real name is Nothing, newly awakened to an ancient, deathless truth about his father, and himself.

Others are coming to Missing Mile tonight. Three beautiful, hip vagabonds--Molochai, Twig, and the seductive Zillah, whose eyes are as greem as limes--are on their own lost journey, slaking their ancient thirst for blood, looking for supple young flesh.

They find it in Nothing and Ann, leading them on a mad, illicit road trip south to New Orleans. Over miles of dark highway, Ghost pursues, his powers guiding him on a journey to reach his destiny, to save Ann from her new companions, to save Nothing from himself...

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  • “Steve put his hand on Ghost's head, smoothed back wisps of hair flickering from closed flickering eyes. He wondered what was unfolding beneath his hand, beneath the thin bone, inside the orb that cradled Ghost's weird brain. Who was born and murdered and resurrected inside that skull? What walked behind Ghost's eyelids, what lithe secret phantoms tapped Ghost's shoulder and made him whimper deep in his throat?Ghost often dreamed of things that were going to happen, or of things that had already happened that he couldn't possibly know about. These premonitions could come when he was awake too, but the ones that came to him in dreams seemed to be the most potent. More often than not they were also the most cryptic (Brite 16-17).”
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  • “The visions worried Steve as much as they enchanted him. Ever since they had become friends, Steve had thought of himself as Ghost's protector because he was a year older and because so often Ghost seemed to hover precariously on the edge of reality. Ghost lived with on foot in Steve's world of beer and guitars and friends, the other in the pale never-never land of his visions. Reality was often too much for Ghost; it could puzzle and hurt him.Sometimes it seemed that Ghost consented to live in the world only because Steve was there, and Ghost would not leave Steve alone (Brite 40).”
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  • “Ghost was so damned important, so valuable. When Ghost was along, ordinary surroundings--a pizza joint, a lonely stretch of highway--became strange, maybe threatening, maybe wild and beautiful. Ghost tinged reality. And Steve consented to let it be tinged and saw things he would never have seen otherwise, things he did not always believe or understand. He credited Ghost with saving his imagination from the death-in-life of adolescence (Brite 41)”
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  • “More than once he had found himself thinking about death in the middle of the night. Just drive over to Raleigh and score some barbs, then pick up a quart of whiskey on the way home. Take 'em all at once. There's one cocktail that'll never give you a hangover. But he could no more swallow that cocktail than he could have shoved it down Ghost's throat. Their friendship was the only thing keeping him sane right now, and he guessed he owed it more of a debt than that (Brite 40).”
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  • “Steve looked up into the calmest blue eyes he'd ever seen. No wonder this kid didn't mind insults or pinecones. Set in a face that was far too delicate, framed by wisps of rain-pale hair, those eyes were nevertheless at peace. Steve wondered what it felt like to have eyes like that (Brite 50).”
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  • “But already there was an easiness between them that surpassed any words they had exchanged. Standing on the path in the sun-dappled September woods staring up at the skinny kid in the tree, the kid he had not known for ten minutes, Steve felt comfortable, as if he could say anything. It was no quite déjà vu; it was not so unsettling, but it was somehow familiar. When he remembered it now, Steve thought it was not so much like meeting a friend as like recognizing one (Brite 51)”
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  • “I am in terrible pain because your idiot friend surprised me with his baseball bat and my own lover betrayed me for the sake of your worthless songs. So what? I can take pain. It will pass. And if I choose to return and take my pain out of your hide, I will, my pretty seer. Or, if you like, I'll shove my tongue down your throat and corrupt you with my spit. Or, if you prefer, I'll unzip your skin and kiss you with your own heart-blood on my lips. Are you tempted yet?”
    Zillah
  • “We're leaving. We're getting in the goddamn T-bird and going home. Ann can get torn apart from inside out if that's what has to happen. If that's what she wants. You're not gonna make yourself into a whore for her. Or for me. Or for anybody. You're too good for that, Ghost. You're too goddamn fine.”
    Steve
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  • But Laine should have learned by now that when you have too much faith in something, it is bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.
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  • They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fade.
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  • “Death is all that lasts forever. Death is eternal beauty.”
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First Sentence edit see section history

In the spring, families in the suburbs of New Orleans--Metairie, Jefferson, Lafayette--hang wreaths on their front doors.

Series & Lists edit see section history

This is book 43 of 5 in Abyss (Dell Horror). (standard series)

Preceded by The Language of Fear.

This is book 187 of 200 in Newman and Jones 200 Best Horror Novels. (community list)

Preceded by American Psycho, and followed by The Course of the Heart.

This book is in Dell Horror. (publisher series)
This book is in Guardian 1000 Novels Everyone Must Read. (authoritative list)

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  1. Poppy Z. Brite (Author)

First Edition edit see section history

Original Language: English
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Country: USA
Publication Date: 1992
ISBN: 0385308752
Page Count: 359

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  • Library of Congress: PS3552.R4967 L67 1992
  • Dewey: 813/.54 20

Notes for Parents edit see section history

Reading Level: Adults

This book is not appropriate for middle school or high school students. It's not a good follow-up for a Twilight fan looking for another vampire story. It has many graphic descriptions of sex (both hetero- and homosexual).

More Books Like This edit see section history

   
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  • Seed of Lost Souls

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