title: Vampires Are Us: Understanding Our Love Affair with the Immortal Dark Side
author:  Margot Adler 
description: "Insightful and compellingas a tool for understanding the drift of human culture over the last two centuries. The ever-morphing vampire, powerful and at the same time significantly flawed, invites us to reflect on our own life as we seek control, community, and some sense of self-worth." -<b>J. Gordon Melton</b>, Distinguished Professor of American Religious History, Baylor University<br /><br />"Margot Adler's new book does what I most appreciate in a piece of writing: it makes me look at the world differently. Vampires became a lens to help us examine our attitudes toward sex, death, and how we are sucking the life-blood out of the earth. She explores her personal fascination and our cultural obsession with vampires with humor, insight, and great emotional honesty. An illuminating and fascinating work!" -<b>Starhawk</b>, author of <i>The Spiral Dance</i> and <i>The Fifth Sacred Thing</i><br /><br />"Reading this was pure pleasure. First rate!" -<b>Whitley Strieber</b>
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  #  Darkness At Foxglove Corners
  
  
  There didn’t need to be a connection, but I made one anyway; and it kept
  tugging at me. I sat back in the darkening kitchen and let the ideas play
  around in my head.
  
  
  Camille had never mentioned a past marriage. But why would she? I thought of
  her as I’d last seen her in the midst of her summer flowers, sitting on her
  wraparound porch, sipping lemonade and listening to my confidences about
  Crane. I’d compared her to Glinda, for heaven’s sake. She couldn’t be the same
  woman who had leaped into a nightmare marriage from which murder was the only
  way out.
  
  
  My theory wasn’t completely out of the question. Thirty years was a long time
  ago, people change as they grow older, and although the writer hadn’t yet
  mentioned the name of the town, the journal had been found in Maple Falls.
  
  
  I remembered something else. When I’d mentioned the Banner story, Camille had
  been a bit slow to react. Also, at first I’d thought of the yellow Victorian