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Fourteen-year-old Haley is struggling to cope. She's got a new stepmom and baby brother. Her cousin Jake is dying from a terminal illness. Her grades are slipping. And the boy she likes is dating her best friend. But all that's nothing compared to what she uncovers when she digs deep into her family history for a school project. Now she's got a blood-stained glove, eerie messages on the TV screen, and ghostly images on her camera. Just what-or who-has Haley unearthed? Haley must overcome her own doubts and confront a vampire in order to save herself and her family. Inspired by a true New England story, Mercy is accomplished children's author Sarah L. Thomson's first book for Islandport Press.

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Publié par	Islandport Press
Date de parution	17 août 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781934031544
Langue	English

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Praise forMercy: The Last New England Vampire

“A beautifully told tale of supernatural folklore and ancestry that ends in a terrifying thrill ride readers can sink their teeth into.”

—Amanda Marrone, bestselling author ofDevoured

In her novel,Mercy: The Last New England Vampire, Sarah Thomson got it right. Unlike so many other young adult vampire novels that cannot escape the fanged shadow of the fictional Dracula, Mercyis firmly grounded in the historical reality of vampires. It is clear that the novel’s main character, Haley, understands that Mercy was a scapegoat and that it was fear of a mystifying illness that drove Mercy’s family to perform a horrific ritual. As Haley so poignantly says of Mercy, “this wasn’t a horror movie … It was her life.”

—Michael Bell, author ofFood for the Dead

"Sarah Thomson’sMercyweaves the dark threads of an old New England legend into a contemporary tale of ghostly mystery that is both compelling and genuinely chilling. In a literary genre overrun with sparkling vampires and romance-novel angst, Thomson has crafted a welcome return to the shadowy terrors of graves and ghouls. I found myself unable to put the book down. A deliciously eerie way to pass a stormy night!"

—Christopher Rondina, author ofVampires of New England

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D Mercy D

The Last New England Vampire

Sarah L. Thomson

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Windswept,Mary Peters, andSilas Crockett by Mary Ellen Chase

Available from www.islandportpress.com

D Mercy D

The Last New England Vampire

Sarah L. Thomson

IS L A N D P O R TPR E S S•YA R M O U T H

ISLANDPORT PRESS P.O. Box 10 Yarmouth, Maine 04096 www.islandportpress.com books@islandportpress.com

ISBN: 978-1-934031-54-4 Library of Congress Card Number: 2011925633

Front and back cover photos: Sarah L. Thomson Author photo: Mark Mattos Book jacket design: Karen Hoots / Hoots Design Book design: Michelle Lunt / Islandport Press Publisher: Dean Lunt

To Ann, Melissa, and Kirsten—Mercy’s first fans —S.L.T.

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Chapter One: Mercy

I woke that morning with blood on my pillow. Red blossoms on white linen, like roses in snow. It was starting for me. Just as it had started for my mother and my sister. Downstairs, I could hear Edwin coming in from the barn, carrying a bucket of fresh warm milk to the kitchen. Like any eight-year-old boy, he banged the door behind him. The sound of his voice filled the house to bursting. His spirits were exhausting. They sapped the heat from my veins. But I was glad to hear him, all the same. When it was over for me, my father would still have his son to love. The thought of my father made me rise from my bed, determined to wash the pillowcase before he could see. But I was suddenly dizzy from the effort of standing upright. And I caught sight of myself in the looking glass. My pale face drifted in the depths of the mirror like a drowned woman floating through fathoms of black, cold water. I could tell. It wouldn’t be long now. I