Nothing was born in horror and brought up in suburban Maryland. Even before he ran away to find his true home, he suspected he was different from other teenagers. And when he had his first taste of human blood, he knew he was right.

Ghost was the visionary singer of the band Lost Souls? When Nothing was drawn into Zillah’s fatal circle, Ghost had to decide whether he should try to save the boy from himself — or abandon him to his bloody birthright.

Twenty years later, the same malignant love brought Trevor McGee back to Missing Mile. But this time he wasn’t alone. Hiding from justice with fugitive computer hacker Zach Bosch, Trev opened the door to Birdland. Ready to face the demons. Ready to risk his life again

‘There’s a palpable sense of place — old money and new diseases mingle body fluids in the French Quarter of New Orleans, and Brite’s prose style is subtle and evocative’ Independent

‘Brite is gothic. She is Grand Guignol’ Prime

‘There is a disgusting fin de siecle lushness to the writing, with its emphasis on the sweetness and the ecstasy of pain’ Sunday Times

‘Convincing and acidly witty talk in between delicately described violence’ New Statesman

‘Brite has deliberately set out to shock, and brilliantly succeeds Brite’s themes are both ambitious and dangerous and her descriptive powers are intense, graphically visceral ... She has the ability to probe real terrors when she wants, has an instinct for a gripping narrative — and remains a writer of undeniable interest’ Tribune