Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 20
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THE MAIN PIECE of the body lay on the ground, on its back in the middle of a smooth grassy field. In the predawn gloom everything looked gray, but there were scuffed and paler places around the field; I think we were in standing in the middle of a softball field. The “we” was Edward, U.S. Marshal Ted Forrester, and me, U.S. Marshal Anita Blake. Edward was his real name, the real him. Forrester was his secret identity, like Clark Kent for Superman, but to the other marshals he was good ol’ boy Ted, once a bounty hunter, now a marshal, grandfathered in under the Preternatural Endangerment Act just like me. I’d been a vampire executioner, not a bounty hunter. But either way, there we stood with real badges; legally we were real cops. Edward still took assassination jobs if the pay was high enough, or the hit interesting enough. He specialized in killing only dangerous things, like wereanimals and vampires. Crime fighting had actually begun to take up most of his time. Work does interfere with your hobbies.
There were other marshals over talking to the local police, but it was
just Edward and me standing in the middle of the scattered body parts. Maybe the others had gotten tired of looking at them; we had come straight from the airport in Tacoma to the crime scene. The other cops had been here longer. Dismembered bodies did lose their charm pretty fast.
I fought the urge to huddle in my Windbreaker with U.S. Marshal
in big letters on it. It was fifty freaking degrees here. Whoever heard of fifty being the regular temperature in August? It was a hundred-plus with heat index at home in St. Louis. The stop before this one had been Alabama. Fifty degrees felt amazingly cold after all that heat and humidity. The light softened around us and I could see the body parts better. It didn’t make me like them any better.
“Is the body lying on its back, or its ass?” I asked.
“You mean because it’s bisected at midchest and the parts are about
ten feet away?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Does it matter?” he asked. He pushed his hand toward a cowboy hat
that he’d left in the car that brought us from the airport. Ted wore a well-loved, well-creased cowboy hat, and the fact that the hat gesture had become habitual said just how much time Edward was spending as his legal alter ego. He settled for running his hand through his short blond hair. He was five foot eight, which seemed tall to me at five- three.
“I guess not.” In my head I thought, Problems like that are what you
think about when you stare down at a dismembered body, because otherwise you want to run screaming, or throw up. I hadn’t thrown up on a body in years, but the St. Louis police had never let me live it down.
From the book HITLIST by Laurell K. Hamilton. Copyright © 2011 by Laurell K. Hamilton. Reprinted by permission of Berkley Books, an imprint of Penguin Group.
New York Times bestselling author Laurell K. Hamilton returns with Hit List, 20th in the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, series.
U.S. Marshalls Anita and Edward are investigating a string of weretiger homicides across the country—a frustrating task. The authorities are sure it’s the work of a serial killer, but Anita knows the Harlequin are behind the attacks. Yet she and Edward dare not breathe the name because to do so means an irrevocable death sentence from those Harlequin still loyal to Marmee Noir, the Mother of All Darkness. Edward believes the attacks are a ruse to lure Anita away from the protection of Jean-Claude and his guards.
Mother Dark was supposed to have died in an explosion, but as the primordial first vampire, the dark creator of all vampires, she’s hard to kill. And she has decided that now is the time to control all the vampires in America. All she needs is a body—Anita’s.
If Anita isn’t careful, she could learn a whole new meaning to sharing her body, one that has nothing to do with the bedroom. And if Marmee Noir can’t succeed, she means to see that no one else can use Anita’s body, ever again. Even Belle Morte, not always Anita’s friend, has sent word: “Run if you can…”
Hardcover Book : 336 pages
Publisher: Putnam Berkley Pub. Group ( June 07, 2011 )
Item #: 13-397668
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 inches
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I'm glad that I got this book. It had more action and less sex.
Had a plot, but did not really enjoy this book like I have the others. I enjoy her relationships with the other characters (doesn't have to be sex) and miss when they are not involved in her life. And the ending of this made me wonder if there will be another adventure for Anita.
This was a better story. Not filled with tons of sex and jumping from bed to bed. I always enjoy stories with Edward/Ted.Keep em coming and I'll keep buying.
Reviewer: Lillian T
It seems that Laurel is rewarding her faithful fans by actually giving us a plot line with this book. I'm glad that she is getting back to a story, which was why I started reading her in the first place. Thanks.
Do you mean Jean-Claude? (Jean-Luc was the Captain of STNG's Enterprise!)
Reviewer: T. B