Bloody Bones (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 5)
Laurell K. Hamilton
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A look that kills for the fifth Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novel.
Here's a job to strain even Anita Blake's capabilities: raising an entire graveyard of two-hundred-year-old corpses.
past me. The back of the shirt was brownish with dried blood. He peeled it off his skin with a sound like tearing. He dropped the shirt on the carpet and walked into the bedroom. I stood there staring after him. There had been white scars on his back. At least I thought that's what they were. Hard to tell through all the blood. He left the bedroom door open, and in a few minutes I heard water running in the bathtub. I sat down in one of the straight-back chairs. I wasn't sure what else I was
skin on my arms twitched, marching in gooseflesh up to my elbows. "She tell you that last night?" "There is a power involved, hurting her old enemy Jean-Claude, but in the end, Anita, she wonders if your power would make the difference. If she drank you up, would she be immortal? Would you be able to keep death from her with your necromancy?" "You could leave town," Larry said. I wasn't sure which of us he was speaking to. I shook my head. "Master vampires don't give up that easy. I'll tell
far from taking my warning to heart, he just might do it again. "New vampires can still kill you, Larry." "With a cross on?" He had a point. Very few of the new dead could get past the pain of a cross, or play enough head games to get you to take it off voluntarily. "Fine, Larry, but where's the vampire that made him? That one may be a couple of centuries old, and it's out in the dark, too." He went a little pale around the edges. "I never thought of that." "I did." He gave a shrug and had
the safety would have been off. But I'd look pretty silly if I accidentally shot myself during the night—day—trying to protect myself from werewolves. The Firestar I put under the couch cushion, safety on. Normally it would have been in my luggage, but I was feeling just a little insecure. The knives were in the luggage. Things weren't quite dangerous enough to wear the wrist sheaths to bed. Besides, they weren't very comfortable, not to sleep in, anyway. I had just settled down for a long
us. But I do know what I'll do." "What are you babbling about, human?" "I am the vampire executioner for this state. Xavier and his crew took a young boy. I want him back, alive. You help me get him back alive, or I go to the courts and get a death warrant on you." "Jean-Claude, talk to her, or I will kill her." "She has the weight of human law behind her, Serephina." "What is human law to us?" "The council says that it rules us as it rules the humans. Refusing the human laws is the same as