He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was also something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been—a man.
In 1945 Hitler unleashes the Blood Death on Britain as his final act of vengeance. Only a handful of people with a rare blood group survive. Now in 1948 a small group of Fascist Blackshirts believe their only hope of survival is a blood transfusion from one of the survivors. From the author of THE MAGIC COTTAGE and PORTENT.