Bloody Bones: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel [Paperback]

A look that kills for the fifth Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novel.

Here's a job to strain even Anita Blake's capabilities: raising an entire graveyard of two-hundred-year-old corpses.“Highly-charged, well-written, no holds-barred… jaw-dropping.”—Denver Post

“Breathtaking.”—St. Louis Post-Dispatch

“WhatThe Da Vinci Codedid for the religious thriller, the Anita Blake series has done for the vampire novel.”—USA TodayLaurell K. Hamiltonis a full-time writer and the #1New York Timesbestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family.1

IT WAS ST. Patrick’s Day, and the only green I was wearing

was a button that read, “Pinch me and you’re dead

meat.” I’d started work last night with a green blouse on, but

I’d gotten blood all over it from a beheaded chicken. Larry

Kirkland, zombie-raiser in training, had dropped the decapitated

bird. It did the little headless chicken dance and

sprayed both of us with blood. I finally caught the damn

thing, but the blouse was ruined.

I had to run home and change. The only thing not ruined

was the charcoal grey suit jacket that had been in the car. I

put it back on over a black blouse, black skirt, dark hose,

and black pumps. Bert, my boss, didn’t like us wearing

black to work, but if I had to be at the office at seven o’clock

without any sleep at all, he would just have to live with it.

I huddled over my coffee mug, drinking it as black as I

could swallow it. It wasn’t helping much. I stared at a series

of 8-by-10 glossy blowups spread across my desktop. The

first picture was of a hill that had been scraped open, probably

by a bulldozer. A skeletal hand reached out of the raw

earth. The next photo showed that slcv