My Swordhand Is Singing by Marcus Sedgwick

Peter and his father Tomas are woodcutters who have moved around a lot and finally settled down outside the small village of Chust in the great eastern European forests. Strange things start to happen and the dead don't seem to stay dead and Peter must finally confront his father and the secret he's been keeping from Peter all his life.

It's a quick read, and a fine little gothic tale, and a nice return to the true origins of vampire stories. I'd recommend it to readers with a taste for the creepy, but I don't think it's an award winner. NAY.