Vampires of New Orleans

Reader, they came to dance.The Brontë sisters slayed the vampires of Highgate. Now they’ve got a hearse, a grudge, and a one-way ticket south.New Orleans, 1980s. Under the jazz and the neon, Lord Armand has turned the French Quarter into a feeding ground. His weapon is Velvet, a blood-laced drug that has already hooked four thousand souls. His plan comes due on Fat Tuesday.To get close, Charlotte, Emily, and Anne hit the stage as dancers at the Blood Velvet Lounge, a candlelit den of velvet, mirrors, and monsters. Charlotte is a cool-eyed tactician with twin silver revolvers and a sword cane. Emily is feral, furious, and a champion of the flying knee. Anne is a lethal acrobat who can kill a man mid-curtsy. Riding shotgun in the matte-black armored hearse is Professor Boobies, a Betty Boop-voiced bombshell and certified genius. She builds the lasers, drives like a demon, and is not afraid to be fabulous.Between the midnight shows, the sisters battle thralls on the docks, vampire alligators in the bayou, and a hit squad that attacks mid-performance. They also find a haunted dancer named Celeste, who may be the key to everything Armand has planned. Packed with razor fans, holy-water flamethrowers, neon-fanged ferals, and a villain who has waited two hundred years to be surprised, Vampires of New Orleans is a lurid, sultry, high-octane love letter to 80s exploitation cinema. Think Buffy meets Kill Bill in a cabaret on Bourbon Street.Fat Tuesday is coming. The Krewe of the Black Orchid is marching. And the sisters have a show to finish.