Dead Until Dark
A Southern Vampire Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Sookie Stackhouse is a cocktail waitress in small-town Louisiana, but she keeps to herself and doesn't date much because of her "disability" to read minds. When she meets Bill, Sookie can't hear a word he's thinking. He's the type of guy she's waited for...
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Sookie Stackhouse is a cocktail waitress in small-town Louisiana, but she keeps to herself and doesn't date much because of her "disability" to read minds. When she meets Bill, Sookie can't hear a word he's thinking. He's the type of guy she's waited for all of her life, but he has a disability, too--he's a vampire with a bad reputation. When one of Sookie's coworkers is killed, she fears she's next.
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1I d been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar.
Ever since vampires came out of the coffin (as they laughingly put it) four years ago, I d hoped one would come to Bon Temps. We had all the other minorities in our little town why not the newest, the legally recognized undead? But rural northern Louisiana wasn t too tempting to vampires, apparently; on the other hand, New Orleans was a real center for them the whole Anne Rice thing, right?
It s not that long a drive from Bon Temps to New Orleans, and everyone who came into the bar said that if you threw a rock on a street corner you d hit one. Though you better not.
But I was waiting for my own vampire.
You can tell I don t get out much. And it s not because I m not pretty. I am. I m blond and blue-eyed and twenty-five, and my legs are strong and my bosom is substantial, and I have a waspy waistline. I look good in the warm-weather waitress outfit Sam picked for us: black shorts, white T, white socks, black Nikes.
But I have a disability. That s how I try to think of it.
The bar patrons just say I m crazy.
Either way, the result is that I almost never have a date. So little treats count a lot with me.
And he sat at one of my tables the vampire.
I knew immediately what he was. It amazed me when no one else turned around to stare. They couldn t tell! But to me, his skin had a little glow, and I just knew.
I could have danced with joy, and in fact I did do a little step right there by the bar. Sam Merlotte, my boss, looked up from the drink he was mixing and gave me a tiny smile. I grabbed my tray and pad and went over to the vampire s table. I hoped that my lipstick was still even and my ponytail was still neat. I m kind of tense, and I could feel my smile yanking the corners of my mouth up.
He seemed lost in thought, and I had a chance to give him a good
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once-over before he looked up. He was a little under six feet, I estimated. He had thick brown hair, combed straight back and brushing his collar, and his long sideburns seemed curiously old-fashioned. He was pale, of course; hey, he was dead, if you believed the old tales. The politically correct theory, the one the vamps themselves publicly backed, had it that this guy was the victim of a virus that left him apparently dead for a couple of days and thereafter allergic to sunlight, silver, and garlic. The details depended on which newspaper you read. They were all full of vampire stuff these days.
Anyway, his lips were lovely, sharply sculpted, and he had arched dark brows. His nose swooped down right out of that arch, like a prince s in a Byzantine mosaic. When he finally looked up, I saw his eyes were even darker than his hair, and the whites were incredibly white.
``What can I get you? I asked, happy almost beyond words.
He raised his eyebrows. ``Do you have the bottled synthetic blood? he asked.
``No, I m so sorry! Sam s got some on order. Should be in next week.
``Then red wine, please, he said, and his voice was cool and clear, like a stream over smooth stones. I laughed out loud. It was too perfect.
``Don t mind, Sookie, mister, she s crazy, came a familiar voice from the booth against the wall. All my happiness deflated, though I could feel the smile still straining my lips. The vampire was staring at me, watching the life go out of my face.
``I ll get your wine right away, I said, and strode off, not even looking at Mack Rattray s smug face. He was there almost every night, he and his wife Denise. I called them the Rat Couple. They d done their best to make me miserable since they d moved into the rent trailer at Four Tracks Corner. I had hoped that they d blow out of Bon Temps as suddenly as they d blown in.
When they d first come in
Anyway, his lips were lovely, sharply sculpted, and he had arched dark brows. His nose swooped down right out of that arch, like a prince s in a Byzantine mosaic. When he finally looked up, I saw his eyes were even darker than his hair, and the whites were incredibly white.
``What can I get you? I asked, happy almost beyond words.
He raised his eyebrows. ``Do you have the bottled synthetic blood? he asked.
``No, I m so sorry! Sam s got some on order. Should be in next week.
``Then red wine, please, he said, and his voice was cool and clear, like a stream over smooth stones. I laughed out loud. It was too perfect.
``Don t mind, Sookie, mister, she s crazy, came a familiar voice from the booth against the wall. All my happiness deflated, though I could feel the smile still straining my lips. The vampire was staring at me, watching the life go out of my face.
``I ll get your wine right away, I said, and strode off, not even looking at Mack Rattray s smug face. He was there almost every night, he and his wife Denise. I called them the Rat Couple. They d done their best to make me miserable since they d moved into the rent trailer at Four Tracks Corner. I had hoped that they d blow out of Bon Temps as suddenly as they d blown in.
When they d first come in
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Autoren-Porträt von Charlaine Harris
Charlaine Harris is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse and Midnight, Texas, fantasy/mystery series and the Aurora Teagarden, Harper Connelly, and Lily Bard mystery series. Her books have inspired HBO’s True Blood, NBC’s Midnight, Texas, and the Aurora Teagarden movies for Hallmark Movies & Mysteries. She has lived in the South her entire life.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Charlaine Harris
- 2003, 304 Seiten, Maße: 17 x 10,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ace Books
- ISBN-10: 0441008534
- ISBN-13: 9780441008537
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris s Sookie Stackhouse novelsIt 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
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