Burnt Offerings

Friday, May 25th, 2007 | Reading | No Comments

You can’t trust anyone who sleeps with the monsters. That’s what I’ve always said. That’s what I’ve always believed. But now I’m the one sharing a bed with the Master Vampire of the City. Me, Anita Blake. The woman the vampires call The Executioner. From part of the solution, I’ve become part of the problem.

So it hits close to home when an arsonist begins to target vampire-owned businesses all over town - an arsonist who seems to want to destroy more than just property. It’s the monsters who are in danger now. And it’s up to the Executioner to save them from the inferno . . .

Haiku

Monday, May 21st, 2007 | Idiocy, Insanity | 2 Comments

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
Refrigerator

The Killing Dance

Sunday, May 20th, 2007 | Reading | No Comments

The first hit man came after me at home, which should be against the rules. Then there was a second, and a third. Word on the street was that Anita Blake, preternatural expert and vampire killer extraordinaire, was worth half a million dollars. Dead, not alive.

So what’s a girl to do but turn to the men in her life for help? Which in my case means an alpha werewolf and a master vampire. With professional killers on your trail, it’s not a bad idea to have as much protection as possible, human or otherwise.

Bloody Bones

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007 | Reading | No Comments

First, there were the dead in the graveyard, two hundred years dead. I’d been hired to raise them to settle a dispute over who owned the land they were buried in. Then there were the three dead teenagers in the woods, slaughtered in a way I’d never seen before.

And then they found the dead girl, drained of blood and left in her bed. I knew what that meant of course. It didn’t take a degree in preternatural studies to figure out that something was wrong. And I was right in the middle of it. My name is Anita Blake. Welcome to my life . . .

Gunna be a badass

Friday, May 11th, 2007 | Uncategorized | No Comments

Went in to surgery today to get rid of the freeloading cancer.

Still a little groggy and numb from the whole affair - but just a quick message to all those on the inca-net to let you all know that I’m all ok. Doctor was great, I’m pleased that it’s all over!

The Lunatic Cafe

Thursday, May 10th, 2007 | Reading | No Comments

You don’t volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life expectancy. And you don’t fall in love with a werewolf. It interferes with your work. Especially when you’re a preternatural expert, like me. My business brings me up close and personal with all shapes and sizes of monsters. And not all of them want to kill me.

Take, for instance, the local pack of lycanthropes - they’re werewolves to you. A number of them are missing, and they’ve come to me for help. Maybe because I’m dating the leader of the pack. I’ve survived a lot - from jealous vampires to killer zombies - but this love thing may kill me yet.