Meet just one of the vamps in this book:
Nikki flies! God — no, she mustn’t
say that name — but glory how she sweeps
and dives, her bat-wings whistling, snap rolls, up,
across the moon.
Of course she stays inside
by day, confined by satined wooden walls
and, yes, her dining habits have been changed.
But evening comes, with dark, with wind, with moon,
with long jet hair whipped in the slipstream of
— and Nikki flies!
Now come meet the others . . .