The Reverend George Mayfield suppressed a shiver as a cold blast whipped in off the Eastern Branch of the Potomac, cutting right through the threadbare greatcoat he wore. The old coat had worn out long ago, but it was the last thing his dear Melissa had given him before the influenza took her away. He had no heart for a new one.
In the early darkness of a cold evening in January, 1848, a train left the Baltimore and Ohio station in Washington DC and gathered speed as it rocked its way toward Baltimore. Not long after its departure, the door to one compartment slid open and a man peered inside.
What if arguably one of our best Presidents turned out to be a vampire hunter? Well now we know what that would look like in the film adaptation of the book by the same name. Benjamin Walker has the unfortunate task of selling Lincoln as not only a brilliant passionate legal mind but also a strong kickass vampire hunter, and I have to say he pulled it off.