Books are like Christmas Dinners, some you struggle to finish, with those last couple of Brussels Sprouts staring their defiance at you from the dinner plate, while others are gone in the blink of an eye, leaving fond memories of juicy morsels and wondrous tastes. In the case of Joseph D'Lacey's Blood Fugue you are presented with a smorgasbord of horror & are left wanting to lick the plate clean.
A potent mix of blood, sex, ancient mythology and sex, it contains scenes that will burn themselves on the retinas of your mind like staring into a nuclear firestorm. Reading Blood Fugue is like watching John Carpenter's The Thing on acid, with a liberal sprinkling of WTF moments along the way.
At its heart Blood Fugue is a vampire story, with its main protagonist, James Kerrigan, battling the forces of darkness against insurmountable odds. No easy feat when he's afraid of the dark. But this is Vampirism as its never been done before, and the plot hints at a huge mythos, barely glimpsed like a dark shape moving beneath moonlit ice. In turns shocking, erotic and humorous, Blood Music delivers in all respects. A horror story that definitely leaves the reader asking for more. Recommended.