AND THE BLOOD-TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN...
When young Harry Keogh discovered that he was a Necroscope -
someone who can communicate with the dead - he was astonished.
He grew more astonished as the years passed and his dead friends
- the world's great artists, scientists, inventors, and thinkers,
not to mention ordinary folks like Harry's own dear, departed
ma - bestowed upon him their knowledge and their love. With their
help, Harry wrote novels and symphonies, created marvelous inventions,
and stretched the boundaries of science, completing projects left
unfinished centuries earlier.
He also learned how to transport himself instantaneously through
time and space, with the power of his mind alone. But not all
the gifts he received were so wonderful. There was terrible knowledge
to be had.
Mankind was being preyed upon by terrible vampires who hunted
humans for their blood. Some people became victims of macabre
"experiments" that rendered them unrecognizable as human beings.
Others were kept as servants or playthings.
For centuries the vampires had wrought havoc. Only periodic wars
between the monsters had kept them from overrunning the earth.
Harry Keogh swore that he would become man's greatest defender,
that he would destroy every last vampire.
But the price of this war was high. Many of those Harry loved
and respected were corrupted, killed, or lost - including his
own wife and son - vanished in the heat of the battle. Harry's
search for his family began in Necroscope: The Lost Years.
It ends here.