Read this in my early teens and going through a bit of a Hammer Horror phase and had quite a fondness for all things undead - back then vampires didn't sparkle and sure as hell weren't lovable. Remember quite liking it at the time, although, I don't know if it fare well if I read it now. Anyway, from what I recall, on a Christmas night out, village outcast Edwin drunkenly stumbles and falls into an ancient grave, impaling his hand on a wooden shard. And thus begins the rise and fall and rise again of Edwin Underhill.Quite a goofy and fun read.From what I recall, this was out of print when I came across it and I'd imagine it still is.
