The Friday 56: Certain Dark Things

The Friday 56 is a weekly blog meme hosted by Freda’s Voice. Join us every Friday and share an excerpt from a book you’ve been reading.

Rules:

*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader.
*Find any sentence (or a few, just don’t spoil it) that grab you.
*Post it.
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“Open your eyes.”

He did. She was sitting beside him, on the floor. Domingo blinked. His head felt like it was about to explode.

“Am I a vampire now?” he asked.

Atl chuckled. “Don’t be silly. I told you that wasn’t possible. You should stop believing the crap they say about us.”

In Certain Dark Things Sylvia Moreno-Garcia has created a really interesting world with a unique take on vampires. I don’t typically read vampire novels, but this is one did such a fine job with its world-building, I wouldn’t have minded spending more time in it. You can read my full review here. Cover is linked to Goodreads.

From the Goodreads Synopsis:

      “Welcome to Mexico City… An Oasis In A Sea Of Vampires…
       Domingo, a lonely garbage-collecting street kid, is busy eking out a living when a jaded vampire on the run swoops into his life.
       Atl, the descendant of Aztec blood drinkers, must feast on the young to survive and Domingo looks especially tasty. Smart, beautiful, and dangerous, Atl needs to escape to South America, far from the rival narco-vampire clan pursuing her. Domingo is smitten.
       Her plan doesn’t include developing any real attachment to Domingo. Hell, the only living creature she loves is her trusty Doberman. Little by little, Atl finds herself warming up to the scrappy young man and his effervescent charm.
       And then there’s Ana, a cop who suddenly finds herself following a trail of corpses and winds up smack in the middle of vampire gang rivalries.
       Vampires, humans, cops, and gangsters collide in the dark streets of Mexico City. Do Atl and Domingo even stand a chance of making it out alive?”