Roland is out on one of his many rare blood runs, my friends.
He jokes he waits for a beautiful vampire to court him for the blood he carries.
Cri de coeur, if he but knew!
I and Captain Samuel McCord, the owner of the haunted jazz club, Meilori's,
have killed so many revenants wishing to do just that.
Revenants you ask. They are the truth behind Hollywood's lie of vampires.
Roland would protest at our efforts on his behalf. C'est bien. He is a friend to all ghosts and other citizens of the night.
You think he writes urban fantasy? Au contraire. He writes truth which all of you are much better off believing fiction.
Sans faire rien or it does not matter as you non-buccaneers would say ... as long as you do not stray into the French Quarter after midnight. N'est-ce pas?
Read Roland's THE LEGEND OF VICTOR STANDISH:
or his FRENCH QUARTER NOCTURNE:
before you dare the streets of the French Quarter after midnight, mon ami.
unless you do not mind becoming the Soupe du jour.