I looked down to see seven or eight inches of a precision-pointed wooden javelin protruding from my gut. Lignum vitae. Second in hardness only to Australian buloke. In the moment it took me to turn around, I thought: This fucker isn’t taking any chances.

Remshi is used to people trying to drive a stake through his heart. He’s been alive for twenty thousand years; it’s going to happen.

But other things are changing.

These new assailants, for example, are quicker. And for the first time ever Remshi’s sleep has brought dreams. And there’s an aching gap in his memory that turns out to contain a werewolf (a werewolf?) to whom he is irresistibly drawn.

This is not just any werewolf, though. It’s Talulla Demetriou.

The epic conclusion to the Bloodlines Trilogy throws Remshi and Talulla and their werewolves and vampires into a vat of new alliance and enmity and sex and gore, then stirs furiously with a sharpened stick. By Blood We Live takes Glen Duncan’s gloriously written, adrenaline-charged horror homage to new heights.