Antony J. Stanton was born in a Parisian slum in the 1700’s. He worked the docks at the port of Le Havre before an incident with a jealous ship-owner’s wife saw him hounded by hired thugs. If not for the intervention of a beguiling vampiress who, for her own dark reasons, took an interest in Stanton, he’d no doubt have been lynched. In saving him, the vampiress turned Stanton into a foul blood-sucker, and he soon found himself preying on those who would surely have seen him dead.

Being over two hundred years old, it’s not surprising he’s now almost bald, and his friends have always said his clothes are somewhat dated. He spent the past two centuries living in draughty, disused rooms of crumbling French châteaux and old English mansions, feeding off rats and ageing aristocrats, and researching the history of his night-walking fellows. And now, dear reader, over a century since Bram Stoker raised public awareness of the vampire in his survival manual—wrongly mistaken for fiction—it’s time for Stanton to publish the true account of his adopted species and set the record straight.

Or perhaps he just has a vivid imagination. Perhaps the vampire genre is long overdue a fresh lease of life, a new origins story, an epic and sprawling plot across countries and continents and millennia, a thrilling story of a complex underground society with their own rules and myths, rivalries and vendettas, living alongside and meddling with the affairs of humanity.

And perhaps Antony J. Stanton actually lives in London with wife and dog, where he enjoys writing gripping, multi-character vampire sagas—think “Game of Thrones” meets “Dracula”. Perhaps he has already written a post-apocalyptic vampire/zombie horror trilogy that rose to Amazon’s #3 for genre. But sometimes, reality is as incredible as fiction—almost.

The reasons Stanton initially put pen to paper and wrote his Amazon chart-topping horror book include his mother’s prolonged illness and eventual death, a drunken bet amongst friends, and a deep desire to write stories and publish them for the enjoyment of all, and the betterment of humanity; a desire that started when Stanton was still at school, and saw him scribbling his first ever story into a school text book, a 200-page high fantasy novel that never actually made it as far as publication. Perhaps one day. Roll over Tolkein.

But having released his initial, gripping zombie/vampire thrillogy, the writing itch only ever grew. Stanton realised he had something more to say, something that just wouldn’t remain inside. It was as though his blood had been polluted by the zombie virus. It was as if he’d been bitten by a vampire himself, but there was just something more that had to come out. The books he’d already published told a story, but Stanton understood quite clearly, that story started a long, long time ago. And absolutely had to be told. Humanity had to be warned.

And now, with the forthcoming new medieval vampire thriller Blood of the Dragon series, with the imminent release of book #1, “Blood of the Damned”, now that something in Stanton’s blood, deep inside his very core is about to emerge into the sunlight, blinking and biting and snarling. Are you ready for it?

Whatever the truth of being shot at in Ghana, kidnapped in Kazakhstan, being struck by lightning, whatever the lies behind his vampiric conversion in 1700’s Paris, sign up to his newsletter to find out more about such outlandish stories, and about his epic and sprawling vampire saga. Ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et messieurs, I give you the Blood of the Dragon series.

Dear reader, I envy you, because for you it begins right here and now.

 

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Written by : AJS

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