Little Vampire Women
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"Christmas wont be Christmas without any corpses."
The dear, sweet March sisters are back, and Marmee has told them to be good little women. Good little vampire women, that is. That's right: Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy have grown up since you last read their tale, and now they have (much) longer lives and (much) more ravenous appetites.
Marmee has taught them well, and so they live by an unprecedented moral code of abstinence . . . from human blood. Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy must learn to get along with one another, help make society a better place, and avoid the vampire hunters who pose a constant threat to their existence. Plus, Laurie is dying to become a part of the March family, at any cost. Some things never change.
This horrifying—and hilarious—retelling of a timeless American classic will leave readers craving the bloodthirsty drama on each and every page.
and busy, but we long, day and night, to have you back. Give my dearest love to Father, and believe me, ever your own… MEG November 8 My precious Marmee, I am on the trail! Gentleman Jackson recalls a similar occurrence of “vampire fever,” as the doctors are now calling Father’s strange disease, during the Transylvanian Inquisition.24 He claims to have a vague memory of another illness striking with similar symptoms, most particularly the chills that Father suffers daily. As you well know,
soft shake of her head. “You’re tired from lack of sleep and exhausted from worry and not thinking clearly. Go to your coffin and have a nice, long rest. You’ll see things differently in the evening when you wake.” “Well, I won’t,” Jo said, “but I won’t plague you with it anymore. It’s just that I hate to see things going all crisscross and getting snarled up, when a pull here and a snip there would straighten it out.” “What’s that about crisscrosses and snarls?” asked Meg, as she crept into
chatted till they felt like old acquaintances and didn’t even seem to notice the differences between them, which is precisely how Marmee said it should be for humans and vampires. Jo liked the “Laurence boy” better than ever and took several good looks at him, so that she might describe him to the girls, for human boys were almost unknown creatures to them. “Curly black hair, brown skin, big black eyes, handsome nose, fine teeth, small hands and feet, taller than I am, very polite, for a boy,
felt sure then that something better than what Jo called the “mercenary spirit” had come over her youngest daughter, and a hint here and there in her letters made her suspect that love and Laurie would win the day. And clearly they had. Lucky Laurie, to have finally achieved his lifelong goal of becoming a vampire and to have found his soul mate along the way! Jo didn’t doubt for a moment that the two young lovers were perfectly suited. “Where’s Amy?” “Your mother has got her down at Meg’s.
very festive and elegant. “I had a capital time. Did you?” asked Jo, rumpling up her hair, and making herself comfortable. Meg agreed that she did up until the moment she twisted her ankle and had to leave. Laurie went on the box so Meg could keep her foot up, and the girls talked over their party in freedom. “Sallie’s friend, Annie Moffat, took a fancy to me, and asked me to come and spend a week with her when Sallie does. She is going in the spring when the opera comes, and it will be