Review of Revelations by Kevin Wright

THE DARK CITY rots from the inside, a plague festers, and war is brewing...

Above and below the slick streets citizens disappear nightly, snatched away by horrors of the dark. Helpless. Hopeless. Blissfully, terrifyingly ignorant, they are the prey...

THE CITY IS INFESTED. Junky suck vampires stalk the back alleys. Werewolves and demons and monsters stalk the streets, plying their dark trade. But they're the least of the city's problems. Bloodthirsty, slavering, horrific, they at least follow the old ways...

The new guy doesn't. A junky gunslinger, he's slunk into town and he's killing everybody and anybody. No one's safe. Not even the city's vaunted elite. And gunslinger's brought with him an eldritch horror that everyone wants, everyone desires, but no one has the guts to face. Or ... has it brought him? Either way, he keeps right on killing and taking and he ain't never giving back...

THE COPS FIGHT to stem the tide but they are inadequate, impotent, and dying in droves...

Only four men have any inkling as to what's going on: an agent of the shadow government, a saber wielding priest, a resurrected WWII hero, and a homicidal Chinese food chef known only as the Ghurkha...

Do any of them have what it takes to even survive, let alone triumph? By day these unknown heroes load their guns and sharpen their blades, waiting for the curtain fall of night, to stride forth, knowingly and willingly, to combat the darkness despite the certainty of becoming it...

Enter Peter Poole, a nothing, a nobody, a brand new ambulance driver who's more FNG than EMT. He's out of his element and knows it. And he's got a problem. A big problem no one seems to give a damn about, except him...

HE'S DYING, but it's worse than that. He's undying, too, little by little succumbing to the bite of his very first patient, a junky suck vampire. Day by day he loses part of himself to the plague raging within his body, as he struggles to survive, to reverse the infection, to save himself. Somehow. And things aren't looking so good...

And from there, they're getting worse: Peter's partner hates him, he's got a price on his head everyone wants to collect, and the his best chance for any help lies within the jaws of the mad werewolf king who presides over the city's Homeless Parliament...

PETER'S BEEN CURSED from the beginning and he's screwed til the end. The only thing he's got going for him is that he knows it...