Living Dead in Dallas (Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood, Book 2)

Living Dead in Dallas (Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood, Book 2)

Charlaine Harris

Language: English

Pages: 291

ISBN: 0441009239

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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When a vampire asks Sookie Stackhouse to use her telepathic skills to find another missing vampire, she agrees under one condition: the bloodsuckers must promise to let the humans go unharmed.

Easier said than done.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

his nest brothers was not only very unusual, it was humiliating. Vampires like to be humiliated about as much as people do. “Explain the circumstances, please,” I said in my most neutral voice. “My brother Farrell has not returned to his nest for five nights,” Stan Davis said. I knew they would have checked Farrell’s favorite hunting grounds, have asked every other vampire in the Dallas nest to find out if Farrell had been seen. Nevertheless, I opened my mouth to ask, as humans are compelled

headquarters to lay the finger on poor, pathetic Bethany, who’d ended up shot in an alley. “She was shot after you betrayed her.” “Yes, I . . . I heard that on the news.” “Guess who did that, Hugo.” “I . . . just don’t know.” “Sure you do, Hugo. She’d been an eyewitness. And she was a lesson, a lesson to the vampires. ‘This is what we’ll do to people who work for you or make their living from you, if they go against the Fellowship.’ What do you think they’re going to do with you, Hugo?”

Andy did, too. “I don’t care,” Andy said. “She’s not much loss to the world.” Well, that made me mad all over again. My temper had begun to die down, but that made it flare up in a big way. I yanked free from Bill’s hand and stomped down the steps to the yard. I wasn’t so blind with anger that I ignored the gun, though I was sorely tempted to grab Andy by his balls and squeeze. He’d still shoot me, but he’d hurt, too. However, that was as self-defeating as drinking was. Would the moment of

spark of hope in her, the desire to survive. Tara crouched under a wrought-iron table on the deck, made herself into a little ball, and squeezed her eyes shut. She was making a lot of promises to God about her future behavior, if he’d get her out of this. That poured into my mind, too. The reek of fear from the others built to a peak, and I could feel my body go into tremors as they broadcast so heavily that it broke through all my barriers. I had nothing left of myself. I was only fear. Eric and

up and hold Tara. “Would there be a blanket in that cabin, you think?” I asked Sam. He trotted over to the steps, and I noticed the effect was interesting from behind. After a minute, he trotted back—wow, this view was even more arresting—and wrapped a blanket around the two of us. “I must be gonna live,” I muttered. “Why do you say that?” Sam was curious. He didn’t seem unduly surprised by the events of the night. I could hardly tell him it was because I’d watched him bounce around, so I

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