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Zusatztext Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels “It’s the kind of book you look forward to reading before you go to bed! thinking you’re only going to read one chapter! and then you end up reading seven.”—Alan Ball! executive producer of True Blood “Vivid! subtle! and funny in her portrayal of southern life.”— Entertainment Weekly “Charlaine Harris has vividly imagined telepathic barmaid Sookie Stackhouse and her small-town Louisiana milieu! where humans! vampires! shapeshifters! and other sentient critters live...Her mash-up of genres is delightful! taking elements from mysteries! horror stories! and romances.”— Milwaukee Journal Sentinel “The series continues to be inventive and funny with an engaging! smart! and sexy heroine.”— The Denver Post “Blending action! romance! and comedy! Harris has created a fully functioning world so very close to our own! except! of course! for the vamps and other supernatural creatures.”— The Toronto Star Informationen zum Autor Charlaine Harris Klappentext In the tenth novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling series-the inspiration for the HBO® original series True Blood-Sookie Stackhouse learns that not even her psychic abilities can help her solve all the problems in Bon Temps! Louisiana... After enduring torture and the loss of loved ones during the brief but deadly Fae War! Sookie Stackhouse is hurt and she's mad. Just about the only bright spot in her life is the love she thinks she feels for vampire Eric Northman. But he's under scrutiny by the new vampire king because of their relationship. And as the political implications of the shifters' coming-out are beginning to be felt! Sookie's connection to one particular Were draws her into the dangerous debate. Also! unknown to her! though the doors to Faery have been closed! there are still some fae on the human side-and one of them is angry at Sookie. Very! very angry. March The First Week “I feel bad that I’m leaving you like this,” Amelia said. Her eyes were puffy and red. They’d been that way, off and on, ever since Tray Dawson’s funeral. “You have to do what you have to do,” I said, giving her a very bright smile. I could read the guilt and shame and ever-present grief roiling around Amelia’s mind in a ball of darkness. “I’m lots better,” I reassured her. I could hear myself babbling cheerfully along, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “I’m walking okay, and the holes are all filled in. See how much better?” I pulled down my jeans waistband to show her a spot that had been bitten out. The teeth marks were hardly perceptible, though the skin wasn’t quite smooth and was visibly paler than the surrounding flesh. If I hadn’t had a huge dose of vampire blood, the scar would’ve looked like a shark had bitten me. Amelia glanced down and hastily away, as if she couldn’t bear to see the evidence of the attack. “It’s just that Octavia keeps e-mailing me and telling me I need to come home and accept my judgment from the witches’ council, or what’s left of it,” she said in a rush. “And I need to check all the repairs to my house. And since there are a few tourists again, and people returning and rebuilding, the magic store’s reopened. I can work there part-time. Plus, as much as I love you and I love living here, since Tray died...” “Believe me, I understand.” We’d gone over this a few times. “It’s not that I blame you,” Amelia said, trying to catch my eyes. She really didn’t blame me. Since I could read her mind, I knew she was telling me the truth. Even I didn’t totally blame myself, somewhat to my surprise. It was true that Tray Dawson, Amelia’s lover and a Were, had been killed while he’d been acting as my bodyguard. It was true that I’d requested a bodyguard from ...
