By Charlaine Harris
It’s vampire politics as ordinary round the city of Bon Temps, yet by no means sooner than have they hit so with regards to Sookie’s heart…
Growing up with telepathic skills, Sookie Stackhouse discovered early on there have been issues she’d really now not comprehend. And now that she’s an grownup, she additionally realizes that a few issues she is aware approximately, she’d particularly now not see—like Eric Northman feeding off one other lady. A more youthful one.
There’s something or she’d wish to say approximately that, yet she has to maintain quiet—Felipe de Castro, the Vampire King of Louisiana (and Arkansas and Nevada), is on the town. It’s the worst attainable time for a human physique to teach up in Eric’s entrance yard—especially the physique of the lady whose blood he simply drank.
Now, it’s as much as Sookie and invoice, the legitimate zone 5 investigator, to unravel the homicide. Sookie thinks that, at the very least this time, the useless girl’s destiny has not anything to do along with her. yet she is incorrect. She has an enemy, one way more devious than she could ever suspect, who’s got down to make Sookie’s international come crashing down.
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Extra resources for Deadlocked (Southern Vampire Mysteries, Book 12)
Theron turned and entered the room, closing the door behind him. Inside, the stone walls gave way to a deep, varnished wood that glowed in the restless light of several lamps, which burned from all four sides of the room. Theron wrinkled his nose at the acrid scent of lamp oil. He’d never cared for lamplight, preferring the dancing light of a torch or, even better, his enhanced night vision. On the walls, portraits of various sizes depicted the thirteen members of the Council. Small statues stood like miniature sentinels upon a shelf on the back wall.
It joined the many tunics in his bag. Just as he picked up a pair of worn breeches, a noise outside his door caught his attention. What was that? Ephraim froze, craning his ears and trying desperately to catch the elusive sound. He stood silent and still for sixty long seconds, muscles tense and booted feet nailed to the floor. The breeches hung from his fingers like a mouse in a raptor’s claw. He eyed the sickle-shaped sword on the opposite wall, ready to spring over and grab it if necessary. Although the sword was very old, he kept it sharp and in perfect balance, not easy to do with a khopesh.
Sure enough, two red cloaked legionaries stood watch at the gate, their steel breastplates glinting dully in the moonlight. Theron couldn’t tell if they were posted there or if they just happened to stop for a break. Either way, their presence was damned inconvenient. The threat of dawn lingered less than an hour away, which meant he didn’t have much time to wait for them to move on. As the two legionaries settled into a comfortable conversation, one of them produced a set of dice, much to the delight of the other.
Deadlocked (Southern Vampire Mysteries, Book 12) by Charlaine Harris