Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Collection 6-10
Laurell K. Hamilton
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Take a walk on the wild side with Anita Blake, star of the #1 New York Times bestselling series. These five novels of human—and inhuman—passions feature vampires, werewolves, and a heroine as sharp as a stake and slick as a silver bullet.
The Killing Dance
Narcissus in Chains
Richard’s back. Richard tucked his face and neck against the other man’s body, protecting himself from the claws. Marcus shuddered. Richard broke away from him, bringing his bloody hand out of Marcus’s chest. He tore the still-beating heart out of his chest and flung it to the wolves. They fell on the morsel with small yips and growling. Richard collapsed to his knees beside Marcus’s body. Blood poured down his lower back where the knife had gone in. I walked to him, the gun still pointed at
staring at me, angry. “I went out for a cigarette.” I looked at him and had to slam on the brakes when the traffic just stopped. Larry was flung into the seat belt. He groaned, and when he was finished writhing on the seat, he said, “You did that on purpose.” “No, I didn’t, but maybe I should have. You left a vampire body alone. A vampire that might have had enough kills to deserve a court order of execution, alone in the morgue.” “It wasn’t just the cigarette, Anita. The body was just lying
the water. I tripped over something and went down, water pouring over me. It was harder to get up this time, slower. I’d tripped over the Haz-Mat suit, and the bag with the Browning in it. My vision was full of holes. It was like watching the vampire through a strobe light. I closed my eyes, but the white flowers ate the back of my eyelids. I let myself sink into the water and found the bag by my foot. Was I holding my breath, or had I just stopped breathing? I couldn’t remember. I got the
skin. I mirrored her. She was trying to get a sense of my aura. Two could play at that game. When I raised my hands up in front of my body, she mirrored me. We stood facing each other, hands spread wide, not quite touching. She was tall, five-foot-seven or five-foot-eight. I didn’t think there were high heels under that long dress. Her aura was warm against my skin. It had a weight to it, as if I could have wrapped her aura in my hands like dough. I’d never met anyone with such weight to their
surprised. “There is a small hallway to the right. Look inside it.” I could see the archway at the top of the hall, but the zombies filled the space, hiding the rest from view. “Move forward,” I said. The zombies moved like a single organism, their dead eyes watching my face as if I were all that mattered. To them, I was. The zombies moved like a shambling curtain. I could see the smaller hallway now, and the figures waiting inside. “Stop,” I said. The zombies stopped as if I’d hit a switch.