The Silver Kiss by Annette Curtis KlauseThe Silver Kiss by Annette Curtis Klause

The Silver Kiss

byAnnette Curtis Klause

Paperback | August 14, 2007

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Zoe is wary when, in the dead of night, the beautiful yet frightening Simon comes to her house.  Simon seems to understand the pain of loneliness and death and Zoe's brooding thoughts of her dying mother.

Simon is one of the undead, a vampire, seeking revenge for the gruesome death of his mother three hundred years before.  Does Simon dare ask Zoe to help free him from this lifeless chase and its insufferable loneliness?

From the Paperback edition.
Annette Curtis Klause is head of children’s services at the Aspen Hill Community Library in Maryland. Born in Bristol, England, she now lives in Hyattsville, Maryland, with her husband and their cats. When she was young, Annette’s daddy sat her on his lap and told her the plots of the best old horror movies. This seems to have made a s...
Title:The Silver KissFormat:PaperbackDimensions:224 pages, 8 × 5.31 × 0.5 inPublished:August 14, 2007Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0385734220

ISBN - 13:9780385734226

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 5 out of 5 by from My first Vampire book. I read this when it came out in 1990. This was my favourite book back then. This book is the reason why I fell in love with books and this book is why I got interested in reading about vampires, witches, ghosts and werewolves. The ending was sad, but it didn't stop me from loving the book.
Date published: 2018-02-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty Good I thought it was gonna be a regular vampire romance but it was really sweet. And the ending is a bit heartreaking
Date published: 2017-03-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Liked it This was one of the first vampire books that I ever read.
Date published: 2013-05-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Good Read If you liked Blood and Chocolate than you should definately read it. I really felt for Simon, so sad. It's a quick read but worth you time its not totally action packed but still exciting towards th end.
Date published: 2008-11-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Old school vampires. This book definitely feels older - it was written in 1990 - before the new craze of vampires hit the book world. I haven't read this author before but tons of people love Blood and Chocolate so I thought I'd check out her take on vampires. It is definitely a quick read and I did like it in the end but I wasn't blown away by it. In some ways it feels more realistic than the newer books like Twilight. Yes, we love the romance of Twilight but can love between a human and a vampire ever really work? This book is quiet - not a lot of action - but it does tell an interesting story.
Date published: 2008-04-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Kinda Good An interesting book, with an interesting take on vampires. It's sad but also happy. I'm glad for Simon, I wish I could help out Zoe though. But is a good read!
Date published: 2008-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVE this book I happened upon this book probably about 9 or 10 years ago. In my Catholic hish school's library. Yes, I did say CATHOLIC high school. lol. NOt a book you think they would have. I was intrigued by the title so of course, I read the back of the book. After reading that I brought it home and finished it in 2.5 hours. I have since bought this book and read it probably every 3 months or so. I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE this book! I would have to say that it is my favourite.
Date published: 2007-11-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gives you the chills I probably read this book years ago....the first edition. I absolutely loved it. Not as good to me as Blood and Chocolate, but still awesome in its own respect. Ms Klause seems to know how to capture the imaginings of a teen and write the most imaginative, most thought provoking books. I know, thought provoking? A book about a vampire? But its true. You hear a lot of how great it must be to be more then a human. Klause's books show how its not always the case, how those we deem superior would love to change places with us....if only they could. If you ever get a chance, read anything you can grab by Klause, but start with this one!
Date published: 2007-01-24

Read from the Book

The house was empty. Zoe knew as soon as she walked through the front door. Only a clock ticking in the kitchen challenged the silence.Fear uncurled within her. Mommy, she though like a child. Is it the hospital again- or worse? She dropped her schoolbag in the hall, forgetting the open door, and walked slowly into the kitchen, afriad of what message might await her. There was a note on the refridgerator:Gone to the hospital. Don’t worry. Make your dinner. Be back when I can.Love, Dad.P.S. Don’t wait up.She crumpled the note and flung it at the trash can. It missed. She snorted in disgust. It seemed that lately all her conversations with her father had ben carried on with a banana refridgerator magnet as intermediary. The banana speaks, she thought. It defended the refridgerator, stopped her from opening the door. She couldn’t eat.Zoe the Bird they called her at school. She had always been thin, but now her bones seemed hollow. Her wrists and joints were bruised with shadows. She was almost as thin as her mother, wasting away with cancer in the hospital. A sympathy death perhaps, she wondering half seriously. She had always been compared to her mother. She had the same gray eyes, long black hair with a slight curl, and deceptively pale skin that tanned quickly at the slightest encouragement. Wouldn’t it be ironic if she died, too, fading out suddenly when her look-alike went?Zoe drifted from the kitchen, not sure what to do. How could she wash dishes or wipe counters when God knows what was happening with her mother at the hospital? She shrugged off her coat, leaving it on a chair. Dad kept on saying everything would be all right, but what if something happened and she wasn’t even there, all because he couldn’t admit to her that Mom might be dying?She tugged at her sweater, twisted a lock of hair; her hands couldn’t keep still. I should be used to this by now, she thought. It had been going on for over a year: the long stays in the hospital, short stays home, weeks of hope, then sudden relapses, and the cures that made her mother sicker than the pain. But it would be a sin to be used to something like that, she thought. Unnatural. You can’t let yourself get used to it, because that’s like giving in. She paused in the dining room. It was sparsely furnished with a long antique trestle table and chairs that almost all matched, but the walls were a fanfare to her mother’s life. They gave a home to the large, bright, splashy oils that Anne Sutcliff painted; pictures charged with bold emotions, full of laughing people who leapt and swirled and sang. Like Mom, Zoe thought–like Mom used to. And that’s where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It’s not even good poetry, she thought. I don’t have talent, it’s her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. “You’re a dark one,” her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. “You’re a mystery.”I want to be like them, she thought almost pleadingly as she stroked the crimson paint to feel the brush strokes, hoping maybe to absorb its warmth. The living room was cool and shadowed. The glints of sunlight on the roof she could see through the window resembled light playing on the surface of water, and the room’s aqua colors hinted at undersea worlds. Perhaps she’d find peace here. She sank into the couch.Just enjoy the room, she told herself; the room that has always been here, and always will; the room that hasn’t changed. I am five, she pretended. Mom is in the kitchen making an early dinner. They are going out tonight to a party, and Sarah is coming over to baby-sit. I’l go and play with my dollhouse soon.But it wouldn’t last, she she opened her eyes and stretched. Her fingers touched the sleek cheapness of newsprint. The morning paper was still spread on the couch. She glanced at it with little interest, but the headline glared: Mother of Two Found Dead. Her stomach lurched. Everone’s mother found dead, she thought bitterly. Why not everyone’s? But she couldn’t help reading the next few lines. Throat slashed, the article said, drained dry of blood.“That’s absurd,” she said aloud. Her fingers tightened in disgust, crumpling the page. “What is this–the National Enquirer?” She tossed the paper away, wrenched herself to her feet, and headed for her room.But the phone rang before she reached the stairs. She flinched but darted for the hall extension and picked it up. It was a familiar voice, but not her father’s.“Zoe, it’s horrible.” Lorraine, her best friend, wailed across the phone lines with typical drama. It should have been comforting. “What’s horrible?” Zoe gasped with a pounding heart. Had the hospital phoned Lorraine’s house because she wasn’t home?“We’re moving.”“What?” A moment’s confusion.“Dad got that job in Oregon.”“Oregon? My God, Lorraine. Venus.”“Almost.”Zoe sat down in the straight-backed chair beside the phone table. It wasn’t her father. It wasn’t death calling, but…”When?” she asked.“Two weeks.”“So soon?” Zoe wrapped and unwrapped the phone cord around her fist. This isn’t happening, she thought.“They want him right away. He’s flying out tonight. Can you believe it? He’s going to look for a house when he gets there. I got home and Diane was calling up moving companies.”“But you said he wasn’t serious.”“Shows how much he tells me, doesn’t it? Diane knew.”Zoe grasped for soomething to say. Couldn’t something stop this? “Isn’t she freaked at the rush?”“Oh, she thinks it’s great. It’s a place nuclear fallout will miss, and she can grow lots of zucchini.”“What about your mom?”“She wouldn’t care if he moved to Australia. But she’s pretty pissed that he’s taking me.”“Can’t you stay with her?” Please, please, Zoe begged silently.“Oh, you know. That’s a lost battle. Cramp her style.”“Lorraine! She’s not that bad.”“She moved out, didn’t she?”No use fighting that argument again, Zoe thought. “Oregon.” She sighed.Lorraine groaned. “Yeah! This is hideous. It’s the wilderness or something. I’m not reading for the great trek. I could stay with you,” she added hopefully.“I’ll ask,” Zoe said, although there wasn’t a chance. They both knew that was impossible right now.“Nah!”“What will I do? Zoe thought. “You can visit.” It seemed like a pathetic suggestion.“Big deal!”“Yeah.”“Can you come over?” Lorraine asked.“No, I better stay here for now.”“Uh-oh! Something wrong?”“She’s in the hospital again.”“Oh, hell.”This is where Lorraine shuts down, Zoe thought. Why can’t she talk to me about it? Why does she have to back off every time? She’s my best friend, damn it, not like those nerds at school who are too embarrassed even to look at me anymore. She searched for what she wanted to say. Something to keep Lorraine on the line.There was silence.

Editorial Reviews

"Strangely once a grisly and graphic tale of monstrous death and a sweet and compelling story of love."--Entertainment Weeklyò "A mesmerizing first novel...with lyrical writing and a rich sensibility...a fascinating story."--Kirkus Reviews, pointer*"A well-drawn, powerful, and seductive novel." --School Library Journal, starred*"Both sensuous and suspenseful."--Booklist, starred"Move over, Anne Rice."--Publishers Weekly*"...Blood and Chocolate is gripping, thrilling and original. It is delicious and smooth, like chocolate, but only a good novel, like good chocolate, is this satisfying."--School Library Journal, starredFrom the Paperback edition.