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Narcissus in Chains :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 1 из 461Аннотация: When a wereleopard is abducted from a seedy club, Anita is plunged once more into the dark world of shapeshifter crime and werecreature power struggles. A sinister force seems to be targeting the lycanthropes and Anita may be their only hope — but only if she can survive herself.
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Laurell K. Hamilton
Narcissus in Chains (v2.0)
Book 10 of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series
With the highly acclaimed Obsidian Butterfly, Laurell K. Hamilton's vampire hunter, Anita Blake, came into her own. She survived a supernatural onslaught unlike any she had ever faced before — and she did it without the two men in her life.
Now, six months have passed since Anita has seen either Jean-Claude or Richard. Six months of celibacy. Six months of indecision. Six months of danger. For her body carries the marks of both vampire and werewolf, and until the triumvirate is consummated, all three remain vulnerable.
But when a kidnapper targets innocents that Anita has sworn to protect, she needs all the help she can get. In an earth-shattering union, Anita, Jean-Claude, and Richard merge the marks — and melt into one another. Suddenly, Anita can harness both their powers. She can feel their hearts … hear their thoughts … know their hungers ….
Nothing can save Anita from a twist of fate that draws her ever closer to the brink of humanity — to finally surrender to the bloodlust, the beast, and the desire transforming her body and consuming her soul.
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JUNE HAD COME in like its usual hot, sweaty self, but a freak cold front had moved in during the night and the car radio had been full of the record low temperatures. It was only in the low sixties, not that cold, but after weeks of eighty— and ninety-plus, it felt downright frigid. My best friend, Ronnie Sims, and I were sitting in my Jeep with the windows down, letting the unseasonably cool air drift in on us. Ronnie had turned thirty tonight. We were talking about how she felt about the big 3–0 and other girl talk. Considering that she's a private detective and I raise the dead for a living it was pretty ordinary talk. Sex, guys, turning thirty, vampires, werewolves. You know, the usual.
We could have gone inside the house, but there is something about the intimacy of a car after dark that makes you want to linger. Or maybe it was the sweet smell of springlike air coming through the windows like the caress of some half-remembered lover.
"Okay, so he's a werewolf. No one's perfect," Ronnie said.
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Laurell K. Hamilton
Narcissus in Chains (v2.0)
Book 10 of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series
With the highly acclaimed Obsidian Butterfly, Laurell K. Hamilton's vampire hunter, Anita Blake, came into her own. She survived a supernatural onslaught unlike any she had ever faced before — and she did it without the two men in her life.
Now, six months have passed since Anita has seen either Jean-Claude or Richard. Six months of celibacy. Six months of indecision. Six months of danger. For her body carries the marks of both vampire and werewolf, and until the triumvirate is consummated, all three remain vulnerable.
But when a kidnapper targets innocents that Anita has sworn to protect, she needs all the help she can get. In an earth-shattering union, Anita, Jean-Claude, and Richard merge the marks — and melt into one another. Suddenly, Anita can harness both their powers. She can feel their hearts … hear their thoughts … know their hungers ….
Nothing can save Anita from a twist of fate that draws her ever closer to the brink of humanity — to finally surrender to the bloodlust, the beast, and the desire transforming her body and consuming her soul.
1
JUNE HAD COME in like its usual hot, sweaty self, but a freak cold front had moved in during the night and the car radio had been full of the record low temperatures. It was only in the low sixties, not that cold, but after weeks of eighty— and ninety-plus, it felt downright frigid. My best friend, Ronnie Sims, and I were sitting in my Jeep with the windows down, letting the unseasonably cool air drift in on us. Ronnie had turned thirty tonight. We were talking about how she felt about the big 3–0 and other girl talk. Considering that she's a private detective and I raise the dead for a living it was pretty ordinary talk. Sex, guys, turning thirty, vampires, werewolves. You know, the usual.
We could have gone inside the house, but there is something about the intimacy of a car after dark that makes you want to linger. Or maybe it was the sweet smell of springlike air coming through the windows like the caress of some half-remembered lover.
"Okay, so he's a werewolf. No one's perfect," Ronnie said.