Taste is written exclusively from the point of view of Brennan, a vampire three centuries old and spending his un-life with his kin, trying to survive in this hostile, post-apocalyptic world.
Brennan is also, probably to a fault, unashamed and unapologetic when it comes to the animal that lives in him, the one that thirsts for blood and will stop at nothing to get it. He has been not-human for far, far longer than he had been, so he feels little binds him to humanity.
Even as a human, Brennan's emotions consumed him; he's not so great at self-restraint and distress tolerance to say the least. He feels every little thing acutely and seeing the world through his eyes is enlightening, bewildering and colourfully bright all at once, a true glimpse into the preternatural, otherworldliness of something that plays well at being human, right up until you see the fangs.
Comfortable in his inertia, Brennan is happy with this home he and his family have built, subsisting on a few mouthfuls of bartered blood every few days.
That is until an unassuming hunt leads him down a path he cannot turn away from.
A toast, friends—to Brennan.
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