The Last Werewolf (The Last Werewolf 1) - Glen Duncan

One last full moon - then it will all be over.

Jacob Marlowe
has lost the will to live. For two hundred years he has wandered the
world, enslaved by his lunatic appetites and tormented by the memory of
his first and most monstrous crime. Now, the last of his kind, he knows
he cannot go on.

But as Jake counts down to suicide, a violent
murder and an extraordinary meeting plunge him straight back into the
desperate pursuit of life - and love.

Sexy, smart, bloody and heartbreaking, The Last Werewolf takes literature by the throat.

GLEN DUNCAN was born in Bolton in 1965 and studied philosophy and literature at Lancaster University. His first novel, Hope, was published in 1997, and has been followed by seven further novels: Love Remains; I, Lucifer, shortlisted for the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize; Weathercock; Death of an Ordinary Man; The Bloodstone Papers; and A Day and A Night and A Day. By Blood We Live is the final instalment in The Last Werewolf trilogy which began with The Last Werewolf and was continued in Talulla Rising. Duncan lives in London.

The Last Werewolf is written with such scandalous ferocity and such grizzly humour it feels like the literary equivalent of howling at the moon. Not since Lon Chaney and John Landis has lycanthropy been such a blast, and Glen Duncan offers more danger, gristle and lunatic brilliance per sentence than any writer I can think of.
MATT HAIG

A magnificent novel. A brutal, indignant, lunatic howl. A sexy, blood-spattered page-turner, beautifully crafted and full of genuine suspense, that tears the thorax out of the horror genre to create something that stands rapturous and majestic and entirely on its own.
NICK CAVE

A sharp, sometimes savage observer of the human condition, whose talents are as many as the legions of Hell. (On I, Lucifer)
Matthew Baylis

Charming and sexy and very very funny . . . Glen Duncan knows way too much, and says it far too well. I fear for his soul. (On I, Lucifer)
Stella Duffy

One of the hottest literary properties of the new century. (On I, Lucifer)
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