Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Collection 11-15
Laurell K. Hamilton
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The #1 New York Times bestselling author who "just keeps getting better and better" (St. Louis Post-Dispatch) presents five novels in her sensational supernatural series featuring Anita Blake, federal marshal and vampire hunter.
Merle stepped forward, and a small army of werehyenas moved with him. “My Nimir-Ra speaks, and I obey.” I’d heard him say things like that to Micah before, but never to me, or at least not like he meant it. Merle stepped over the bodies of the dead vampires to take Musette’s arm. The wereheynas looked pale, but happier. I’d just made all the muscle in the room happy, because things were simple now. We could kill them if they messed up again. I caught Jean-Claude’s expression. He was not happy.
them? Technically, no, but since it was only Nathaniel who was on the “no” list after today, I said, “Yes.” “When did all this happen?” “Asher happened after you’d made it very clear you hated me dating Jean-Claude, because he’s a vampire, so I stopped talking to you about vampires as boyfriends.” “And Nathaniel moved from food to sex when?” “Recently.” “And Damian, I mean, Damian wasn’t even on the radar.” “It’s been a busy day.” She goggled at me again. “Are you serious, just today?” I
couldn’t help it, and I used his hair and my arm around his body, and the press of my body against his back, to hold him in place. I felt his skin under my teeth, felt the meat of him in my mouth, and underneath that was that frantic beating pulse. I could taste his life underneath his skin, taste it, and know that it was mine, mine if I wanted it. Mine because part of him wanted to give it up to me. The sensation of that much meat in my mouth was almost overwhelming, and I fought not to bite
didn’t question Rose, what happened to him? Without me they couldn’t put him back in the grave.” “Larry flew up.” Nathaniel pointed to the huge bunch of Mylar balloons. “Those are from Larry and Tammy.” I realized then what the death of the salesman would have meant for Larry. It wouldn’t have been some salesman in the wrong place at the wrong time; it would have been Marshal Larry Kirkland dead. “He was really upset, Anita. He blamed himself.” “Not his fault.” I squeezed Micah’s hand.
thought was a dangerously high fever. I started to shiver. She got up, rinsing the washrag out, and spreading it out to dry on the edge of the sink. “I threw up in the yard,” she said. She put her hands on the sink, head bowed. I hugged myself, trying to stop the shivering, but it didn’t really help. I was cold. I hadn’t been cold earlier today. Was a new symptom good or bad? “It’s a bad scene,” I said, “I’m sure you weren’t the only cop who lost their breakfast.” Tammy looked at me through