As I am actively engaged in just such an endeavor, I can't divulge much. What I will say is the novel does for Vampirism what "The Da Vinci Code" did for Christianity.
Like Dan Brown's novel, though to far greater degrees given the (pardon of pun) incredibly rich vein of historical evidence running throughout history I have uncovered, this novel will connect the dots from the far-flung past, through the Christian Era, and on to the present with its dual foreboding and inspiring portents for the future of all Humankind. It will indeed connect with "The Da Vinci Code" to some degree by revealing key aspects of Christianity that are, in fact, only part of a far far greater mystery that began with Earth's first civilizations and have continued on to the present day.
It illustrates exactly how, in contradiction to "The Da Vinci Code", the historical Jesus' life and mission had very little to do with modern Christianity at all, and everything to do with... true historical "vampirism." Thus will be revealed exactly how and why the conspiracy to keep hidden Jesus' marriage to Mary Magdalene and his children by her was not at all "... the greatest cover-up in Human history" as Dan Brown alleges but, in fact, only one of several minor cover-ups so as to protect the truly Greatest Cover-up of them all... which this novel alone shall reveal to the world.
And it all begins near the top of "The Pierre" hotel in Manhattan when, on a perhaps too-stereotypically dark and stormy night, an upper penthouse window is shattered as a dark shape rockets backwards therefrom out into the rain-swept night. Two frightened police officers inside the room gaze out into the night in rapt amazement before pulling their side arms and ineffectually firing round after round at the dark figure smiling malevolently back at them before he is enveloped completely into the roiling black storm clouds beyond.
Behind the officers, a lovely nude woman writhes softly on the bed, somewhat emaciated in appearance and seemingly in a drug-induced haze. As the wind-driven sheets of rain blow in through the large broken window and glisten as jewels upon her now-shivering form, she stares out into the angry night sky. One word of agonizing despair escapes her trembling lips as her eyes fill with tears and a delicate hand rises weakly from the silken sheets toward the suddenly departed object of her desire: "Master?"
- Upir'
