JAY KRISTOFF
MOST NOVELISTS HAVE AT LEAST ONE book in a drawer that represents an early effort, a text that will never be offered up to a wider readership. In the case of Jay Kristoff, this book was a tale of bloodsuckers he wrote in 2008. “It was right at the tail end of Twilight hysteria,” he says, “so you basically couldn’t sell a vampire book for love nor money.”
Fast-forward 13 years and things are rather different. Not only have we. This first volume is an epic tale, drenched in blood, gore and high gothic flourishes.
