Please welcome author Mark Knight!

Blood Family

Blood Family: Quest for the Vampire Key
By Mark Knight

Publisher: Amazon
Illustrator: David M. Rabbitte

Release Date: 4/7/13

Genre: Dark Paranormal

Until the age of seventeen, Daniel Dark had no idea of his true origins. Something was ulcerating deep inside him, waiting to claw its way free. Pastor Nathan Dark and his wife, Annie, had adopted him and brought him up as their own. But Daniel always felt that there was a secret they feared tell him…
Everything changes the day a mysterious package arrives at his home. It contains blood – human blood. Daniel’s vampire half awakens and takes its first step out of the shadows. The once lazy, goalless youth transforms into sharp-sensed killer. Now, there is no turning back.
Many horrors await Daniel, for he not only can detect but also attract the living dead…
Daniel Dark will unlock the sinister netherworld where helpless humans are kept and bred for bloodletting, and where he will have to face the unutterable evil.

I’m so very glad that you were able to join me today at Romance and Other Dangers!

Mark, I always love to picture a writer at work, comfortably ensconced in an office or at a kitchen table, outside on the grass or sitting on a porch. Could you describe your favourite place to write? Where was your book mainly composed?

My book is mainly composed within my head! Being serious; I tend to ‘write’ the whole book – its major events, anyway – within my mind before jotting down any notes whatsoever. But as to the environment I write it, it comprises a desk (gleaned from the office I worked for many years ago; they were throwing it out, and I gave it a good home!), two flat-screen monitors (notes on one monitor, story on the other), and a bookshelf crammed with reference books, including a thesaurus from the late 70s that is about to fall apart!

Wow! That sounds like a great space — I’m envious. Lately I’ve been thinking that two screens would definitely be helpful in my life. Your thesaurus sounds like a well-used treasure! So, what was the inspiration for your novel?

You know, I cannot remember the exact moment that I knew I wanted to do a vampire novel and do it my way. It could have been a dream, a dream where I was a vampire and was feeling conflict between very human frialties and newborn vampire power. I knew I love vampires, and I knew that if I wrote my own, I would have to keep all the cool things about these creatures intact, whilst bringing something new to the mythology.

Absolutely, and from the looks of it, you’ve definitely brought a fresh take the genre that I can’t wait to sink my teeth into (pun intended!). If you could make a soundtrack for your novel, what would be the top five songs on your playlist, and why?

There are quite a few songs actually mentioned in the story. Daniel likes Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana, Link Park, groups like that, with a bit of an edge. Vampire hunter Logan DuPris is a strong, no-nonsense young woman, and listens to rock music by female singers like Sheryl Crow and Alanis Morissette. So, my playlist would be a combination of those styles, and some others.
Linkin Park – What I’ve Done. When Daniel leaves home, he has already physically harmed  his best friend, and battled with his father, a vampire-hating pastor. He feels guilty, but also is invigorated by his new powers and identity.
Morcheeba – Be Yourself. This could apply to either Daniel or Logan. Both are misfits, even outcasts. But they have to be true to who they are, to ‘be themselves’.
Evanescence – Bring Me To Life. Says it all! Daniel is a half vampire, and not quite undead, but he certainly feels like something within him has died. His old life of school, job, girlfriend, friends , and home are left for dust as he begins his quest to find out who he is. But even before he finds out he is a dhampir, he’d always felt that there was something within him that hadn’t yet awakened.
Tori Amos – Cornflake Girl. Perfect for Logan. She has witnessed her father’s death at the hands of a vampire, and has devoted her life to tracking down dangerous supernatural creatures. Guns, holy water, and talismans are her travelling companions. Family members see her as a little weird. But she is on a mission.
Everlast – What It’s Like. Daniel would have had a much simpler life if only he could convey to his dad what it is like to be a half-vampire. As soon as those powers emerged, Daniel was as good as dead, in the eyes of his father.

Linkin Park, Tori Amos, Evanescence — all are excellent choices, but I might be biased as they’re some of my favourites. Now, I know many of my friends love the anticipation that comes from picking up a new read, especially if the author is developing a series. Is this book a stand-alone, or are you planning to write more?

The books I write are usually designed to be 2 or 3 parters, but can exist as standalones. I have planned out two more books in this series – collectively called The Rites of Daniel Dark – and have written quite a bit of Book 2 already.

*happy dance* Awesome! I’m definitely looking forward to collecting these on my shelf! I find it hard to pick a favourite book, but off the top of your head, what book do you love to come back to again and again, and why?

Everyone who knows me knows I love The Hobbit. I have read that several times, and just love how Tolkien evokes great detail through the simplest usage of words. He created an entire world with its own peoples, rituals, and history. Amazing!

My son just finished reading The Hobbit, and he loved it too. I’m fascinated by detail that Tolkien went to, as well, especially the languages. I like that certain texts today try to go to that same depth in developing fictional worlds.

Readers, please enjoy this excerpt from Blood Family: Quest for the Vampire Key:

Daniel loved Sunday mornings. The folks had gone to Sunday Service of course, leaving Daniel with the entire house to himself.
Mom and Dad had given up trying to keep their son going to church. He hated the place, and made no bones about it. Considering all that his Dad had put him through in that building – the chanting, the laying on of hands, the constricting straps – they really couldn’t protest too much. So, they went to the church and Nathan gave his sermon and Annie helped with the communion, while Daniel sat in the living room at home blitzing out on a slew of Jackie Chan DVDs and cramming down junk food. Bliss.
After the Sunday roast (which even now was sizzling in its own juices in the oven, sending mouth-watering aromas into the living room) Daniel would have a catnap in his room, and then would get ready for an evening out with his cronies. He still hadn’t phoned his girl to see if she wanted to come. Maybe I should just hang loose for a while, he pondered. Daelin can call me for a change.
Yeah, like that would happen.
Impatience would win. Daniel would make the call.
The doorbell rang. Hoisting himself up from the couch, he ambled over to the front door, surprised that there was a caller on a Sunday morning.
Shit, he thought, I’m just in boxers! He shrugged inwardly. Whatever. They’ll have to take me as I am.
He got a fleeting glimpse of the caller through the slim stained glass window that bisected the door. If he had looked a few seconds longer he might have thought twice about opening up at all – but he’d already turned the handle and was swinging the door wide open.
What stood there before him was a courier holding a parcel. Then – no courier, just the parcel on the doorstep.
He’d just imagined the courier.
The parcel was not large, perhaps the length of a loaf of bread, and wrapped in plain brown paper, tied off with string. He picked it up.
Oddly, there was no return address. No postmark. The handwriting of his name and address looked ordinary enough, however. Taking one last look left and right to see if he could see who had left it, he took the mysterious package inside and closed the door against the cold.
The package, by strange contrast, was warm. It was making his palms tingle, as though thousands of miniscule, electrified worms were eating their way out of the package and into his skin. It’s a bomb, he thought, only ninety-seven percent seriously. A bomb left by that creepy old pastor. Well, if it is, I’ll come back and haunt the fuck out of him.
He could have opened it right there but instead took it up the stairs into his room, closing the door after him. Usually, this is what he would do if his parents were home and he wanted to be alone (which was most of the time). Something about this package was telling him that it was not just specifically but uniquely for him, and where better to view its contents than that most sacred of realms – his bedroom.
Standing in the center of the room amid the debris of corn snacks, car mags, and yesterday’s clothes, Daniel allowed himself a long moment to wonder just who could have sent him this thing. It was nowhere near his birthday. His relatives were not about to send him a gift without a reason. Could it be Daelin? Nope – wasn’t her style. She had the role of gift-getter down pat, and Daniel could see no reason why that would have changed.
For a long moment he stared at the package. Feeling a chill, he quickly pulled on a tee shirt and jeans. He took a deep breath. Ok – I’m going for it.
The brown paper tore easily. The parcel wasn’t crumpled at all – in fact, it barely seemed that it had even been handled. Still there was that strange warmth, that weird prickling…
Finally, the last shred of paper fell to the floor. What Daniel Dark held in his hands immediately induced strange sensations. Wonder. Confusion. Dread. It was a glass sphere, like a crystal ball. Black-red in color. Upon its surface was an embossed symbol, a kind of a trident.
For glass, it was remarkably warm. It was then he realized that the orb was not made of red glass; the redness was coming from what it encased within. His hands were tingling even more than before. There was a hissing sound…
The heat from his hands was eating into the material of the sphere. Daniel watched, open mouthed, as the outlines of each of his hands sunk slowly into the glass as though melting their way through it. An electrified glow traced his fingers as the orb continued to distort, until…

Fantastic! Now I’m left wondering about what happens next…which, I suppose, is karma for doing it to other readers myself.

Congratulations again on your book, and thank you so much for being on my blog today! Best wishes, and come back again with Book 2!


About the Author:
Mark Knight grew up in Massachusetts, USA. Settling in the UK, Mark continued to write novels of differing genres, including horror and television scripts. Mark has scripted two horror scripts for Hollywood’s Little Slices of Death production company and one for Illusion Studios. He also won several short story competitions, and has had his work featured in published anthologies. Mark concentrates now on Young Adult urban fantasy novels.
@markknightbooks (Twitter)


2 thoughts on “Please welcome author Mark Knight!

  1. Jodie Pierce says:

    Great Interview! I love the playlist idea! Very insightful!


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