One of the worst crashes in airline history. 300 dead. One survivor. Keller walked out of the flaming wreckage, driven on by unseen forces, seeking the answer to his own survival. Now the dead are buried in the town of Eton and its inhabitants are trying to forget. Until the town is forced to face the shocking, dreadful evil that is now buried in the old graveyard. A truth Keller does not want to know but will be forced to confront . . .
A young Mossad agent is found dead and private detective Harry Steadman is asked to investigate. On the hunt for a sinister arms dealer, however, what he discovers is a conspiracy of unfathomable horror. Neo-nazi cultists want to unleash an ancient and demonic power. A power so terrible it threatens the world itself.
In 1945, Hitler unleashed the Blood Death on Britain as his final act of vengeance. Those who died at once were the lucky ones. The really unfortunate took years. The survivors - people like me, who had the blood group that kept us safe from the disease - were now targets for those who believed our blood could save them. I survived for three years. I lived alone, spending my days avoiding the fascist Blackshirts who wanted my blood for their dying leader. Then I met the others - and life got complicated all over again . . .