The attic had been kept locked until the day after my grandmother died. I’d found her key and opened it that awful day to look for her wedding dress, having the crazy idea she should be buried in it. I’d taken one step inside and then turned and walked out, leaving the door unsecured behind me.
Now, two years later, I pushed that door open again. The hinges creaked as ominously as if it were midnight on Halloween instead of a sunny Wednesday morning in late May. The broad floorboards protested under my feet as I stepped over the threshold. There were dark shapes all around me, and a very faint musty odor—the smell of old things long forgotten.
When the second story had been added to the original Stackhouse home decades before, the new floor had been divided into bedrooms,
but perhaps a third of it had been relegated to storage space after the largest generation of Stackhouses had thinned out. Since Jason and I had come to live with my grandparents after our parents had died, the attic door had been kept locked. Gran hadn’t wanted to clean up after us if we decided the attic was a great place to play.
Now I owned the house, and the key was on a ribbon around my
neck. There were only three Stackhouse descendants—Jason, me, and my deceased cousin Hadley’s son, a little boy named Hunter.
I waved my hand around in the shadowy gloom to find the hanging
chain, grasped it, and pulled. An overhead bulb illuminated decades of family castoffs.
Cousin Claude and Great-Uncle Dermot stepped in behind me. Dermot exhaled so loudly it was almost a snort. Claude looked grim. I was sure he was regretting his offer to help me clean out the attic. But I wasn’t going to let my cousin off the hook, not when there was another able-bodied male available to help. For now, Dermot went where Claude went, so I had two for the price of one. I couldn’t predict how long the situation would hold. I’d suddenly realized that morning that soon it would be too hot to spend time in the upstairs room. The window unit my friend Amelia had installed in one of the bedrooms kept the living spaces tolerable, but of course we’d never wasted money putting one in the attic.
“How shall we go about this?” Dermot asked. He was blond and Claude was dark; they looked like gorgeous bookends. I’d asked
Claude once how old he was, to find he had only the vaguest idea.
The fae don’t keep track of time the same way we do, but Claude was at least a century older than me. He was a kid compared to Dermot; my great-uncle thought he was seven hundred years my senior. Not a wrinkle, not a gray hair, not a droop anywhere, on either of them.
Copyright © 2011 by Charlaine Harris, Inc.
The 11th novel in Charlaine Harris’ wildly popular Southern Vampire series, Dead Reckoning finds Sookie Stackhouse hoping she’ll finally be able to pull her turbulent life together. But trouble has a way of throwing her off course.
Ever since Sookie’s boss, Sam Merlotte, came out as a shapeshifter, business hasn’t been good at the bar. Whether it’s because some people in Bon Temps, Louisiana, object to the two-natured, or that a popular new roadhouse has opened up the road, they’re not sure.
Until the night someone tosses a firebomb through the window. No one is seriously hurt, but police suspect the anti-shifters in the area. Sookie thinks the culprit may be a supernatural, but male or female, no supernatural can be ruled out.
Sam’s struggling bar isn’t all that’s on her mind. As Sookie tries to put the past months behind her, she learns there are still secrets to be revealed. Her faerie relatives—past and present—may have more to say about Sookie’s Fae identity. And though the telepathic waitress can’t “read” vampire minds, Sookie knows Eric Northman is up to no good. And when she finds out what he’s plotting, she realizes the vampire she loves is far more ruthless than she ever knew....
Hardcover Book : 336 pages
Publisher: Ace Books Inc./Imp Of Putnam Berkle ( May 01, 2011 )
Item #: 13-339595
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 inches
Product Weight: 13.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Charlaine Harris is the Janet Evanovich of the Vampire world!!! Love It!
The entire series is outstanding!!!
Reviewer: Heidi W
i read the whole series in 2 weeks, after watching the true blood series which i feel is very loosely based on the books. Couldn't read them fast enough, now rereading and enjoying them more the second time through, these will be well worn books in my collection! . good overall - needed more Eric!
I devoured this series from the moment I read the first book. Thank goodness it was the 6 book box set because I just couldn't get enough and I don't usually go in for these silly type novels. Book 7 was out in paperback by the time I finished the set but waiting for book 8 was a little difficult. Waiting for books 9 & 10 were nearly impossible. Now it's on to book 11...... I just cant wait to receive it. My only wish is that Charlaine could write this great stuff on a weekly basis. This book will be done for within 2 days of receiving it and I'm gonna be waiting for the next one all over again. Pout.