Author Christopher Moore Warns Vampires: 'Bite Me'

Novelist Christopher Moore says his books often require months of research. Moore crafted Bite Me heroine Abigail Van Normal's character — and distinctive voice — by reading online goth blogs. Victoria Webb hide caption
Novelist Christopher Moore says his books often require months of research. Moore crafted Bite Me heroine Abigail Van Normal's character — and distinctive voice — by reading online goth blogs.
Victoria WebbBite Me: A Love Story
By Christopher Moore
Hardcover, 320 pages
William Morrow
List price: $23.99
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A tiny Chinese grandmother decked out in hip-hop gear ... a ragtag night crew of grocery stockers ... a Chuck Taylor-clad goth teen — not your typical vampire hunting squad. Unless, of course, you're novelist Christopher Moore,.
The third installment in Moore's undead series Bite Me: A Love Story, brings Abigail Van Normal, the purple-haired Emergency Backup Mistress of the Greater Bay Area Darkness, back to the streets of San Francisco, where she dabbles in the undead lifestyle, terrorizes her "Mombot," and fights off swirling mists of vampire cats.
But Moore's work goes far beyond the vampire underworld. His other novels, what Moore calls his "big books," have retold King Lear through the eyes of the king's fool and recounted the Gospels from the perspective of "Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal." Big or little, Moore's books are written in wicked, funny prose and invariably star irreverent rabble-rousers.
"I'm not nearly as outrageously brave as many of my rascals that I write," Moore admitted to NPR's Neal Conan in a 2009 interview, "But I think the rascal spirit must reside in me somewhere."
Excerpt: 'Bite Me'

Bite Me: A Love Story
By Christopher Moore
Hardcover, 320 pages
William Morrow
List price: $23.99
LANGUAGE ADVISORY: This excerpt contains language some might find offensive.
Being the Journal of Abigail Von Normal,
Emergency Backup Mistress of the Greater Bay Area Night
So then my sweet love ninja Foo shows up. And he's all, "I couldn't leave you out here, unprotected." And secretly I was all, "You rock my stripy socks, Foo," but publically I just kissed him and tastefully dry humped his leg a little. So we all got in his fly Honda and went back to the loft.
When we got there, the second-floor windows were open, and Flood could hear that the old vampyre was up there with Jody.
And Foo was all, "Let me go." And out of the hatchback, he pulls this long duster that's covered with little glass warts. And Foo is all, "UV LEDs. Like sunlight."
The street-level fire door was locked, so Flood was all, "I'll go."
But Foo was all, "No, it will burn you."
But they covered Flood all over, gloves, hat, and a gasmask that Foo keeps around in case of emergency biology and whatnot, then he put on the duster. Foo gave him a rubber tarp and a baseball bat, and Flood starts working the street like a half-pipe, running up a building on one side, then up the other, until he goes feetfirst through the upstairs window. Personally, I think the Countess could have just jumped up there, but she's been a vampyre longer than Flood and has better skills.
'Kayso, there's this blinding white light from the windows, and next thing we know, the old vampyre comes crashing through the window like a flaming comet and hits the street right by us. And he gets up all blackened and snarly and whatnot, and Foo holds up his UV floodlight and he's all, "Step off, vampyre scum." And the old vampyre ran off.
Then Flood comes out the door carrying the Countess, who is looking way more dead than usual, and we took them to a motel to hide them until we could figure out what to do. Foo stole some donor blood from the lab at his college and gave it to Flood and the Countess so they could heal. And Foo's all, "You know, I've been working on the blood I found on the victims, and I think I can reverse the process. I can turn you human again."
Which is totally why he had been stalking the Countess when I met him. So Tommy and Jody were all, "We'll think about it."
'Kayso, Flood is holding Jody on the bed, and they're talking softly, but I can hear them, because I'm just by the door and the room's not that big. And it is clear that their love is eternal and will last for eons, but Flood doesn't like being a vampyre because the hours suck and whatnot, and Jody likes being a vampyre because of the power she feels after feeling like a little wuss-girl for many years, and they more or less say that they are going to split up just as the sun rises and they go out.
And I was all, "Oh, hell no."
So I had them bronzed.
I'm looking at them now. We posed them like Rodin's The Kiss and they shall be together unto the end of time, or at least until we figure out how to let them out and not have them tear out our throats and whatnot. Foo says it's cruel, but the Countess told me that they could go to mist, and when they are mist time passes like a dream and it's all good.
But Foo did figure out his serum thingy. We lured the Animals to our love nest and while I was wearing the fly leather jacket that Foo made me, complete with the UV LED warts, which is very cool and cyber, I drugged them and Foo changed them back to human. And the crazy old Emperor guy said he saw three young vampyres take the old vampyre and the formerly blue ho away on a ginormous yacht, so we don't have to worry about them anymore.
Foo wants to cut Flood and Jody out of the bronze statue during the day, while they are sleeping, and turn them back to human. But the Countess doesn't want that. So I think we should just wait. We have this tres cool apartment, and all of the money, and Foo almost has his master's in bio-nerdism or whatever, and I only have to go home like twice a week so the mother unit still thinks I am living there. (The key was to condition her from age twelve that sleepovers are normal. Lily, my former sleepover BFF, calls it slowly boiling the frog, which I don't know what it means, but it sounds darkly mysterious.)
So, we are secure in our love nest and as soon as Foo gets home I am going to reward him with the slow booty dance of forbidden love. But something is screeching outside. BRB.
Excerpted from Bite Me: A Love Story by Christopher Moore. Copyright 2010. With permission of William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.