There's one vampire too many in Hawthorne. Cheeky, recently ascended to the elevated ranks of the immortal undead, sat slumped in his chair, a gob of pink spit swinging from his chin as he breathed. Even without the cuffs, he was too depressed to move. He was scarecrow thin, with a two-week scruff on his cheeks, and rheumy eyes obscured by the greasy, thinning red hair dangling over his forehead. In other words, he looked perfectly normal. If not for the stink of shit and vomit and the speckles of blood around his lips and nose, you'd never know Anton Chekowicz had been having a really bad...

She woke to the agony of a two-inch hickory spike, soaked in garlic oil, piercing her left shoulder. As she began to sit up, her attacker shot another wooden nail into her chest an inch above her heart. She was naked. Her shoulder screamed in pain. A tall slim man in a military sweater and balaclava loomed over her. He shifted his nail gun directly over her heart. She looked into his eyes, trying to measure him, to learn something more about his intentions. She saw nothing helpful. She nodded carefully and slowly lay back down. "I'd like you to answer some questions..." A violated vampire. A...

Mermaids. Chupacabra. Mongolian death worms. Bikini-clad cat-women in heat. Giant immortal cannibal pirates. They're all just another day at the office for Baobab Johnnie "Babe" Blue, the world's most famous cryptozoologist. But now he's encountered a new breed of monster-more terrifying, more powerful and more ruthless than any he's tamed before. Can TV's Babe Blue survive the rise of the Pharmaceutical Executives? The world of The Overnight is just like ours except here, werewolves shop at Quick-E-Mart. Vampires serve on the PTA. 'Nocturnals' and humans get along because we've learned the...