It’s one of those rare series in which, rather than running slowly out of steam, each subsequent book is better than the last.
– M. R. Graham
The Sixth and Final Book of The Vampire Flynn
In the wake of his darkest hour, Peter Dawes has become indentured by the Supernatural Order. Stripped of his freedom, he spends the following years as the Order’s puppet while still trying to mend from the events which led to his captivity. The split in his mind has become permanent, and the alter personality he fights has also made reclaiming his life impossible. The only safe haven he knows is the vampire coven his brother, Robin, has established in Philadelphia.
incident across the country demands his attention. Supernatural creatures
descend on a bar named Nocturnal Embers
in search of the secrets it holds. As Peter is sent to aid the local vampires
(and report back to the Order), he is pitted against another man – an immortal
named Victor Mason – who has his own agenda. Whether or not he can be trusted,
Peter is still forced to shadow him in order to solve the mystery. Something
has been hidden from sight, and now threatens to fall into nefarious hands.
Personalities clash and worlds collide as a plan is revealed in layers. A nemesis emerges in the shadow of an old foe, forging unlikely bonds. A fateful decision will threaten everything Peter has
And this time, Flynn will not be so easily silenced.
be told, I did not know what I expected to see when we finally met. The man who
stood in the doorway, however, both matched and befuddled my expectations. He
stood near the entrance, his posture statuesque, with a three-piece, hunter
green suit hanging from a medium-sized frame. The shorter cut of his dark hair,
paired with his clean-shaven appearance, leant itself to a man who looked no
older than his early twenties by appearance. Inside his brown eyes, though, I
saw many more years. One didn’t need to listen for a pulse to know he was an
that who I think it is?” I asked.
nodded, but failed to say anything else. At that moment, the man advanced
forward with all the ominous flair of Darth Vader, causing ‘Mr. Chekov’ to straighten
his stance to match the cool composure of the person who headed in his direction.
“Victor Mason,” he said, addressing the newcomer but also confirming my
suspicion. “I thought you weren’t in town.”
for a short time. As I suspected, you returned.” Victor continued walking
forward and stopped his march uncomfortably close to the man in front of him.
Though their height difference forced Victor to look up at him, the vampire
still seemed to overshadow his quarry. “Felix Chekov. What brings you to
Felix gestured toward the bar. “Came here for a drink. Last I checked, that
illegal, but inadvisable considering the trouble you caused last time.” Victor
shoved his hands into his pockets. “Is this man causing you trouble, Tony?”
bartender took a deep breath. “Nothin’ I couldn’t handle, Victor, but I don’t
mind the assist just the same,” he said. “He can’t seem to get his mind off a
question he had no right askin’ me in the first place.”
curious,” Victor said. “You do realize that Rupert Shaw owns this bar, right,
smirked, and the way his lips twitched suggested both his irritation with the
vampire in front of him and his impotence to do anything about it. “It was only
a business proposition for a friend,” he said, spreading out his arms at his
sides. “We’re friends, aren’t we, Tony?”
“Our people’s the same people, but we ain’t no friends.”