NORMANII - RISE OF THE NORTHMEN Novel Excerpt
NORMANII “A fucking vampire biker gang .” “Language, Rollo.” “Apologies, Eric.” Rollo North stood at the edge of a clearing in the woods outside of Slydell, Louisiana. He was on my left, two yards apart. On my other side was Brun. “Let him curse,” said Brun. “He's right.” Vampire biker gangs were exactly like the sounded. Bad news all around. When you take a particularly notorious subset of sociopaths and remove their humanity, well, that's trouble. With a capital T. “Is that all of them?” Rollo asked. It was rhetorical, I knew, because he was counting the Hogs arrayed in the clearing. Twelve. Vampire nests worked in groups divisible by three. There was symmetry and religious implications behind it. Even in ours. There were three of us now, chartered with protecting and policing the South East. Twelve in the Shield Wall tasked with the United States. Too few of us. Too many of them. As it ever was. Behind us, one of the Hellhunds growled. ...