Anne Rice just can’t keep herself from writing about hot immortals, can she?
So you can probably guess what The Master of Rampling Gate is about: a hot dreamy vampire who dazzles a bookish young lady surrounded by prosperity porn. I think Rice was going for a Gothic romance kind of vibe, but it feels more like a fanfic written by a really devoted Rice fan who has some talent but needs badly to refine it and learn the rules of writing.
I just wanted to mention that when I first read this story, I assumed it was a youthful experiment of Rice’s, and that the bad quality just meant she hadn’t learned to write properly yet. NO. It turns out this was published after she’d had three or four books published. This is not a noob mistake!