He even attached huge, pointed ears to his head, and he had wings. And with these wings, The Bat is able to glide through the air and call his trained vampires with a shrill squeaking sound. The Master of Men nearly meets his end against the nefarious leader of the poisoned bats. To make matters worse, The Bat also controls a horde of Jivaro Indians, who sport poisoned blow guns. I won't reveal the motives or plot behind Death Reign of The Vampire King, because the novel is tense and exciting and well worth reading if you don't mind the frantic pace.
Every chapter is packed with action.
One feels somewhat drained, not to mention relieved, after finishing this novel. And while the plots of these adventures are sometimes rather loose, to say the least, the flood of emotion and sharp characterization combined with fast-paced prose makes a large percentage of these books enjoyable. But be reminded, disbelief must sometimes be suspended entirely. God only knows, but it would probably come wrapped in oilskin paper and be hidden in a chandelier hanging in the lobby of the Empire State Building. At least, it would according to Monk Mayfair and Ham Brooks.