After the death of her husband, Christine Parr is forced to move back to Parr's Landing, the small town she grew up in, with her daughter, Morgan. Her brother-in-law, Jeremy, has chosen to return with them in hopes of protecting them from Adeline, his domineering mother and matriarch of the town.
Unfortunately, they are not the only ones returning to Parr's Landing. Three hundred years ago, something terrible happened there. The Church believed that the native population was killing priests sent to convert them. The native peoples believed that it was a Wendigo, a cannibalistic spirit brought by the Black Robes themselves. They are both wrong and for centuries it has lain dormant waiting for its chance to return but now it is back and very, very hungry.
Author Michael Rowe has taken the vampire story and, by combining it with the native Wendigo legend, has breathed new life into a frankly overworked and tired genre. These are definitely not your sparkly emo vampires so popular in fiction today and this is no paranormal romance. Rowe's vampires, if you'll pardon the pun, have teeth and they're not afraid to use them.
But perhaps the most surprising aspect of this book is the characters. Most horror is plot-driven with little thought given to the characters who are usually pretty one-dimensional - the bad guys get killed in horrible gory ways and the good guys swoop in and slay the monster du jour. Not so Enter, Night - Rowe has a real knack for creating three dimensional characters with whom the reader can easily relate. What's more, he's not afraid to kill off these same characters if the story demands it, making it impossible to predict the outcome.
That is not to say Enter, Night lacks gore or frights - there's plenty of both to keep even the most hardened horror fan in blood-soaked heaven. But the writing and the characters put this novel a huge step up from your average horror tale making it the perfect read to add a few more chills to a long winter's night.