Okay, I thought I was set...pun repellent, garlic, wooden stakes, Glock 9mm with a full clip of silver bullets, and a flagon of Holy H20, and some bean dip...for the reading experience. I was hooked from the very beginning, but landed when Mr. Vampire-Lite, Chris enters the world of the Doman. I won't ruin the tale for those who like fine dialog, character and pacing--and puns. I would suggest, however, that the story not only evokes all of the Mafia tales of getting out by getting back in again, but also Vampires Meet Rambo or Vampires meet Indiana Jones. And I would caution the reader not to careen through the book as the break-neck pacing invites because therein lies the pity of missing a subtle nuance that will leave you going "what the--" in the end. Enjoy and pass the hemoglobin.