Craig Gerard Ferguson
They hunted vampires in Yorkshire. They burned New Orleans. Now they’re coming for Manhattan.New York, 1985. The neon is bleeding, the clubs are screaming, and a new drug called Platinum is turning the city’s richest and most beautiful into smiling, silver-eyed slaves.Behind it all sits Lady Augusta Van Rensselaer-Strange, three hundred years old, ruler of the Four Hundred, and weeks away from the Midnight Season: a New Year’s Eve plan to put the entire city on its knees.To stop her, Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë go undercover as the Haworth Hellcats, a synth-punk band with chainsaw basses, flamethrower drums, and costumes built by their driver and secret weapon, the brilliant, bubbly, bosomy Professor Boobies. Her inventions include laser-bra battle corsets, a pink hearse with a mind of its own, and an antidote she keeps in her underwear.They’ll need every weapon. The Lady’s army includes a one-eyed Nazi baroness on a motorcycle, a mad doctor with vials of liquid obedience, and six hundred of Manhattan’s most powerful people, all smiling and none of them free.From a leather-bar biker war and a collapsing laboratory under Grand Central to a ghost-haunted tunnel crawl and a rooftop battle above a quarter of a million people, the Hellcats have until midnight to save the city, and the cost will be higher than they know.Gothic. Gritty. Loud. If you like 80s grindhouse, Hammer horror, Buffy-style monster hunting, or bands that should have been in movies, this one’s for you.Midnight is coming. We Wear something warm.
