Whatever you do, donâ€™t call them â€œvampires.â€ Why, theyâ€™re nothing like those cartoon-ish pasty-faced blood-suckers who hiss and turn into bats. Cole and his crew may be immortal and allergic to sunlight, but thatâ€™s about all they share in common with the murderous undead who haunt every strip mall multiplex screen. Instead, they call themselves â€œhemovores,â€ blood-eaters who got that way from a â€œsmart virusâ€ that rewired their systems to crave hemoglobin instead of hamburgers. Quiet and subtle, hemovores revere the humans they feed on, realizing that they would soon die without their life-giving blood. Now Cole, who after centuries still hasnâ€™t fully adjusted to the hemovore life himself, must teach newly turned Gordon how to get around after dark. The best place to do that is the open road, where a new town every night guarantees that no one notices if a feed goes wrong. Except Gordonâ€™s not exactly the most cooperative student. And, despite the decades under his belt, Cole is hardly a patient teacher. So when these two take a road trip together along with Coleâ€™s wise-cracking friend Sandor, nothing goes as planned, and before long these hemovores are on the runâ€”from each other. A moody and broody look at what it means to live (and drive) forever, this is the perfect choice for that next long car trip with your parents that feels ENDLESS.