By Charlaine Harris
Caught up within the politics of the vampire international, psychic Sookie Stackhouse learns that she is as a lot of a pawn as any traditional human during this novel within the no 1 New York Times bestselling series.
With her knack for being in trouble’s manner, Sookie witnesses the firebombing of Merlotte’s, the bar the place she works. considering the fact that Sam Merlotte is referred to now to be two-natured, suspicion falls instantly at the anti-shifters within the quarter. Sookie suspects in a different way, yet her recognition is split whilst she realizes that her lover, Eric Northman, and his “child” Pam are plotting to kill the vampire who's now their grasp. progressively, Sookie is drawn into the plot—which is far extra advanced than she knows...
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Again, let me check my work schedule, but I think that‘s going to be doable,‖ I said. ‖ I snapped my phone shut and told Sam about Remy‘s second request. ―Seems like he waited to ask you the more important thing second, so you‘d be more likely to come,‖ Sam asked. I laughed. ―I didn‘t think of that until you said it. My brain is wired in a straighter line than that. But now that it‘s crossed my mind, that seems . . ‖ I shrugged. ―It‘s not like I object, exactly. I want Hunter to be happy. ‖ Hunter and I were alike in a hidden way; we were both telepathic.
I read the price tag discreetly peeking out from under a tortoiseshell and silver oval box, and had to clamp my lips together to restrain my gasp. While I was still wondering about the items I was examining, Brenda and Sam were comparing the merits of art deco pearl earrings versus a Victorian pressed-glass hair receiver with an enameled brass lid. Whatever the hell that was. ‖ he asked, looking from one item to another. I examined the art deco earrings, pearl drops dangling from a rose gold setting.
I tried not to smile, but I couldn‘t help it. After a second, Kennedy started laughing at herself. ―Seriously,‖ she said, ―I don‘t think so. ‖ ―Or some other kind of two-natured. Yeah, I think so, but don‘t tell this around anywhere. ‖ Kennedy nodded in complete agreement, a customer called me to bring him a bottle of hot sauce, and I had new food for thought. The server replacing me called in to say her car had a flat tire, and I stayed at Merlotte‘s two extra hours. Kennedy, who‘d be there until closing, gave me a hard time about being indispensible, until I swatted her with a towel.