Blood Mist is one of those 80's mass market horror paperbacks which struggles for identity and purpose. Is it a Fog-like story of a deadly substance sweeping across the country causing havoc and death to all it covers with its mysterious vapor? Or is it a weird bizarro-monster b-grade tale of vicious clawed beasts seeking the tender meat of humans? Or, is it a vampire tale with elements of the occult hidden underground for millennia only to surface in the most macabre manner?
It's kind of all three; at least it is by the time the author figured out what kind of story he wanted to write.
The book reads as though the author decided to change direction mid plot, keeping the core themes (something scary killing random people yet loosely tied to the main character (a former cop/PI turned real-estate magnate)), but pushing the broader tale in another direction.
Whilst it actually worked out pretty well in the end, the shift is clearly noticeable.
Blood Mist is a fun book and well worth picking up if you see a copy patiently waiting in the darker corners of a secondhand bookstore.
I can't believe I hadn't heard of this book prior to picking it up at a used bookstore. It's a fantastic vampire novel. It felt like a 1980's re-imagining of Dracula. It's a bit dated but overall definitely worth a read for horror fans.
This was a weird horror book I picked up at the op shop years ago. It was cracked, but enjoyable. I think I actually ended up donating my copy back? I don't seem to have one any more. Anyway, it was a good but not great example of it's genre, and I'll probably never read it again now.