Dead as a Doornail

ᘖ New ዝ Dead as a Doornail  ᚈ Book By Charlaine Harris 펁 ᘖ New ዝ Dead as a Doornail ᚈ Book By Charlaine Harris 펁 I knew my brother would turn into a panther before he did As I drove to the remote crossroads community of Hotshot, my brother watched the sunset in silence Jason was dressed in old clothes, and he had a plastic Wal Mart bag containing a few things he might needtoothbrush, clean underwear He hunched inside his bulky camo jacket, looking straight ahead His face was tense with the need to control his fear and his excitement.You got your cell phone in your pocket I asked, knowing Id already asked him as soon as the words left my mouth But Jason just nodded instead of snapping at me It was still afternoon, but at the end of January the dark comes early.Tonight would be the first full moon of the New Year.When I stopped the car, Jason turned to look at me, and even in the dim light I saw the change in his eyes They werent blue like mine any They were yellowish The shape of them had changed. My face feels funny, he said But he still hadnt put two and two together.Tiny Hotshot was silent and still in the waning light A cold wind was blowing across the bare fields, and the pines and oaks were shivering in the gusts of frigid air Only one man was visible He was standing outside one of the little houses, the one that was freshly painted This mans eyes were closed, and his bearded face was raised to the darkening sky Calvin Norris waited until Jason was climbing out the passengers door of my old Nova before he walked over and bent to my window I rolled it down.His golden green eyes were as startling as Id remembered, and the rest of him was just as unremarkable Stocky, graying, sturdy, he looked like a hundred other men Id seen in Merlottes Bar, except for those eyes. Ill take good care of him, Calvin Norris said Behind him, Jason stood with his back to me The air around my brother had a peculiar quality it seemed to be vibrating.None of this was Calvin Norriss fault He hadnt been the one whod bitten my brother and changed him forever Calvin, a werepanther, had been born what he was it was his nature I made myself say, Thank you. Ill bring him home in the morning. To my house, please His truck is at my place. All right, then Have a good night He raised his face to the wind again, and I felt the whole community was waiting, behind their windows and doors, for me to leave.So I did.Jason knocked on my door at seven the next morning He still had his little Wal Mart bag, but he hadnt used anything in it His face was bruised, and his hands were covered with scratches He didnt say a word He just stared at me when I asked him how he was, and walked past me through the living room and down the hall He closed the door to the hall bathroom with a decisive click I heard the water running after a second, and I heaved a weary sigh all to myself Though Id gone to work and come home tired at about two a.m., I hadnt gotten much sleep.By the time Jason emerged, Id fixed him some bacon and eggs He sat down at the old kitchen table with an air of pleasure a man doing a familiar and pleasant thing But after a second of staring down at the plate, he leaped to his feet and ran back into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him I listened to him throw up, over and over.I stood outside the door helplessly, knowing he wouldnt want me to come in After a moment, I went back to the kitchen to dump the food into the trash can, ashamed of the waste but utterly unable to force myself to eat.When Jason returned, he said only, Coffee He looked green around the gills, and he walked like he was sore. Are you okay I asked, not sure if he would be able to answer or not I poured the coffee into a mug. Yes, he said after a moment, as though hed had to think about it That was the most incredible experience of my life.For a second, I thought he meant throwing up in my bathroom, but that was sure no new experience for Jason Hed been quite a drinker in his teens, until hed figured out that there was nothing glamorous or attractive about hanging over a toilet bowl, heaving your guts out. Shifting, I said tentatively.He nodded, cradling his coffee mug in his hands He held his face over the steam rising from the hot, strong blackness He met my eyes His own were once again their ordinary blue Its the most incredible rush, he said Since I was bitten, not born, I dont get to be a true panther like the others.I could hear envy in his voice. But even what I become is amazing You feel the magic inside you, and you feel your bones moving around and adapting, and your vision changes Then youre lower to the ground and you walk in a whole different way, and as for running, damn, you can run You can chase And his voice died away.I would just as soon not know that part, anyway. So its not so bad I asked, my hands clasped together Jason was all the family I had, except for a cousin whod drifted away into the underworld of drugs years before. Its not so bad, Jason agreed, scraping up a smile to give me Its great while youre actually the animal Everythings so simple Its when youre back to being human that you start to worry about stuff.He wasnt suicidal He wasnt even despondent I wasnt aware Id been holding my breath until I let it out Jason was going to be able to live with the hand hed been dealt He was going to be okay.The relief was incredible, like Id removed something jammed painfully between my teeth or shaken a sharp rock out of my shoe For days, weeks even, Id been worried, and now that anxiety was gone That didnt mean Jasons life as a shape shifter would be worry free, at least from my point of view If he married a regular human woman, their kids would be normal But if he married into the shifter community at Hotshot, Id have nieces or nephews who turned into animals once a month At least, they would after puberty that would give them, and their auntie Sook, some preparation time.Luckily for Jason, he had plenty of vacation days, so he wasnt due at the parish road department But I had to work tonight As soon as Jason left in his flashy pickup truck, I crawled back into bed, jeans and all, and in about five minutes I was fast asleep The relief acted as a kind of sedative.When I woke up, it was nearly three oclock and time for me to get ready for my shift at Merlottes The sun outside was bright and clear, and the temperature was fifty two, said my indoor outdoor thermometer This isnt too unusual in north Louisiana in January The temperature would drop after the sun went down, and Jason would shift But hed have some furnot a full coat, since he turned into half man, half catand hed be with other panthers Theyd go hunting The woods around Hotshot, which lay in a remote corner of Renard Parish, would be dangerous again tonight.As I went about eating, showering, folding laundry, I thought of a dozen things Id like to know I wondered if the shifters would kill a human being if they came upon one in the woods I wondered how much of their human consciousness they retained in their animal form If they mated in panther form, would they have a kitten or a baby What happened when a pregnant werepanther saw the full moon I wondered if Jason knew the answer to all these questions yet, if Calvin had given him some kind of briefing.But I was glad I hadnt questioned Jason this morning while everything was still so new to him Id have plenty of chances to ask him later.For the first time since New Years Day, I was thinking about the future The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time As I pulled on my waitress outfit black pants and a white boat neck T shirt and black Reeboks , I felt almost giddy with cheer For once, I left my hair down instead of pulling it back and up into a ponytail I put in some bright red dot earrings and matched my lipstick to the color A little eye makeup and some blush, and I was good to go.Id parked at the rear of the house last night, and I checked the back porch carefully to make sure there werent any lurking vampires before I shut and locked the back door behind me Id been surprised before, and it wasnt a pleasant feeling Though it was barely dark, there might be some early risers around Probably the last thing the Japanese had expected when theyd developed synthetic blood was that its availability would bring vampires out of the realm of legend and into the light of fact The Japanese had just been trying to make a few bucks hawking the blood substitute to ambulance companies and hospital emergency rooms Instead, the way we looked at the world had changed forever.Speaking of vampires if only to myself , I wondered if Bill Compton was home Vampire Bill had been my first love, and he lived right across the cemetery from me Our houses lay on a parish road outside the little town of Bon Temps and south of the bar where I worked Lately, Bill had been traveling a lot I only found out he was home if he happened to come into Merlottes, which he did every now and then to mix with the natives and have some warm O positive He preferred TrueBlood, the most expensive Japanese synthetic Hed told me it almost completely satisfied his cravings for blood fresh from the source Since Id witnessed Bill going into a bloodlust fit, I could only thank God for TrueBlood Sometimes I missed Bill an awful lot.I gave myself a mental shake Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about No worry No fear Free and twenty six Working House paid for Money in the bank These were all good, positive things.The parking lot was full when I got to the bar I could see Id be busy tonight I drove around back to the employees entrance Sam Merlotte, the owner and my boss, lived back there in a very nice double wide that even had a little yard surrounded by a hedge, Sams equivalent of a white picket fence I locked my car and went in the employees back door, which opened into the hallway off of which lay the mens and the ladies, a large stock room, and Sams office I stowed my purse and coat in an empty desk drawer, pulled up my red socks, shook my head to make my hair hang right, and went through the doorway this door was almost always propped open that led to the big room of the bar restaurant Not that the kitchen produced anything but the most basic stuff hamburgers, chicken strips, fries and onion rings, salads in the summer and chili in the winter.Sam was the bartender, the bouncer, and on occasion the cook, but lately wed been lucky in getting our positions filled Sams seasonal allergies had hit hard, making him less than ideal as a food handler The new cook had shown up in answer to Sams ad just the week before Cooks didnt seem to stay long at Merlottes, but I was hoping that Sweetie Des Arts would stick around a while She showed up on time, did her job well, and never gave the rest of the staff any trouble Really, that was all you could ask for Our last cook, a guy, had given my friend Arlene a big rush of hope that he was The Onein this case, hed have been her fourth or fifth Onebefore hed decamped overnight with her plates and forks and a CD player Her kids had been devastated not because theyd loved the guy, but because they missed their CD player.I walked into a wall of noise and cigarette smoke that made it seem like I was passing into another universe Smokers all sit on the west side of the room, but the smoke doesnt seem to know it should stay there I put a smile on my face and stepped behind the bar to give Sam a pat on the arm After he expertly filled a glass with beer and slid it to a patron, he put another glass under the tap and began the process all over again. How are things Sam asked carefully He knew all about Jasons problems, since hed been with me the night Id found Jason being held prisoner in a toolshed in Hotshot But we had to be roundabout in our speech vampires had gone public, but shape shifters and Weres were still cloaked in secrecy The underground world of supernatural beings was waiting to see how vampires fared before they followed the vampire example by going public. Better than I expected I smiled up at him, though not too far up, since Sams not a big man Hes built lean, but hes much stronger than he looks Sam is in his thirtiesat least, I think he isand he has reddish gold hair that halos his head Hes a good man, and a great boss Hes also a shape shifter, so he can change into any animal Most often, Sam turns into a very cute collie with a gorgeous coat Sometimes he comes over to my place and I let him sleep on the rug in the living room Hes gonna be fine. Im glad, he said I cant read shifter minds as easily as I read human minds, but I can tell if a mood is true or not Sam was happy because I was happy. When are you taking off I asked He had that faraway look in his eyes, the look that said he was mentally running through the woods, tracking possums. As soon as Terry gets here He smiled at me again, but this time the smile was a bit strained Sam was getting antsy.The door to the kitchen was just outside the bar area at the west end, and I stuck my head in the door to say hi to Sweetie Sweetie was bony and brunette and fortyish, and she wore a lot of makeup for someone who was going to be out of sight in the kitchen all evening She also seemed a little sharper, perhaps better educated, than any of Merlottes previous short order cooks. You doing okay, Sookie she called, flipping a hamburger as she spoke Sweetie was in constant motion in the kitchen, and she didnt like anyone getting in her way The teenager who assisted her and bussed tables was terrified of Sweetie, and he took care to dodge her as she moved from griddle to fryer This teenage boy got the plates ready, made the salads, and went to the window to tell the barmaids which order was up Out on the floor, Holly Cleary and her best friend, Danielle, were working hard Theyd both looked relieved when theyd seen me come in Danielle worked the smoking section to the west, Holly usually worked the middle area in front of the bar, and I worked the east when three of us were on duty. It looks like I better get moving, I told Sweetie.She gave me a quick smile and turned back to the griddle The cowed teenager, whose name I had yet to catch, gave me a ducked head nod and went back to loading the dishwasher.I wished Sam had called me before things had gotten so busy I wouldnt have minded coming in a little earlier Of course, he wasnt exactly himself tonight I began checking the tables in my section, getting fresh drinks and clearing off food baskets, collecting money and bringing change. Barmaid Bring me a Red Stuff The voice was unfamiliar, and the order was unusual Red Stuff was the cheapest artificial blood, and only the newest vampires would be caught dead asking for it I got a bottle from the clear fronted refrigerator and stuck it in the microwave While it warmed, I scanned the crowd for the vamp He was sitting with my friend Tara Thornton Id never seen him before, which was worrisome Tarad been dating an older vampire much older Franklin Mott had been older than Tara in human years before he died, and hed been a vampire for over three hundred years , and hed been giving her lavish giftslike a Camaro What was she doing with this new guy At least Franklin had nice manners.I put the warm bottle on a tray and carried it over to the couple The lighting in Merlottes at night isnt particularly bright, which is how patrons like it, and it wasnt until Id gotten quite near that I could appreciate Taras companion He was slim and narrow shouldered with slicked back hair He had long fingernails and a sharp face I supposed that, in a way, he was attractiveif you like a liberal dose of danger with your sex.I put the bottle down in front of him and glanced uncertainly at Tara She looked great, as usual Tara is tall, slim, and dark haired, and she has a wardrobe of wonderful clothes Shed overcome a truly horrible childhood to own her own business and actually join the chamber of commerce Then she started dating the wealthy vampire, Franklin Mott, and she quit sharing her life with me. Sookie, she said, I want you to meet Franklins friend Mickey She didnt sound like she wanted us to meet She sounded like she wished Id never come over with Mickeys drink Her own glass was almost empty, but she said, No, when I asked her if she was ready for another.I exchanged a nod with the vampire they dont shake hands, not normally He was watching me as he took a gulp from the bottled blood, his eyes as cold and hostile as a snakes If he was a friend of the ultra urbane Franklin, I was a silk purse Hired hand, like Maybe a bodyguard Why would Franklin give Tara a bodyguard She obviously wasnt going to talk openly in front of this slimeball, so I said, Catch you later, and took Mickeys money to the till.I was busy all night, but in the spare moments I had, I thought about my brother For a second night, he was out frolicking under the moon with the other beasties Sam had taken off like a shot the moment Terry Bellefleur arrived, though his office wastebasket was full of crumpled tissues His face had been tense with anticipation.It was one of those nights that made me wonder how the humans around me could be so oblivious to the other world operating right beside ours Only willful ignorance could ignore the charge of magic in the air Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.But not too long ago, I reminded myself, Id been as willfully blind as any of the crowd in Merlottes Even when the vampires had made their carefully coordinated worldwide announcement that their existence was fact, few authorities or citizens seemed to take the next mental step If vampires exist, what else could be lurking just outside the edge of the light Out of curiosity, I began to dip into the brains around me, testing to see their fears Most of the people in the bar were thinking about Mickey The women, and some of the men, were wondering what it would be like to be with him Even stick in the mud lawyer Portia Bellefleur was peeking around her conservative beau to study Mickey I could only wonder at these speculations Mickey was terrifying That negated any physical attraction I might have felt toward him But I had lots of evidence that the other humans in the bar didnt feel the same way.Ive been able to read minds all my life The ability is no great gift Most peoples minds dont bear reading Their thoughts are boring, disgusting, disillusioning, but very seldom amusing At least Bill had helped me learn how to cut out some of the buzz Before hed given me some clues, it had been like tuning in to a hundred radio stations simultaneously Some of them had come in crystal clear, some had been remote, and some, like the thoughts of shape shifters, had been full of static and obscurity But theyd all added up to cacophony No wonder lots of people had treated me as a half wit.Vampires were silent That was the great thing about vamps, at least from my point of view They were dead Their minds were dead, too Only once in a coons age did I get any kind of flash from a vampire mind.Shirley Hunter, my brothers boss at his parish roadwork job, asked me where Jason was when I brought a pitcher of beer to his table Shirley was universally known as Catfish. Your guess is as good as mine, I said mendaciously, and he winked at me The first guess as to where Jason was always involved a woman, and the second guess usually included another woman The tableful of men, still in their working clothes, laughed than the answer warranted, but then theyd had a lot of beer.I raced back to the bar to get three bourbon and Cokes from Terry Bellefleur, Portias cousin, who was working under pressure Terry, a Vietnam vet with a lot of physical and emotional scars, appeared to be holding up well on this busy night He liked simple jobs that required concentration His graying auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail and his face was intent as he plied the bottles The drinks were ready in no time, and Terry smiled at me as I put them on my tray A smile from Terry was a rare thing, and it warmed me.Just as I was turning with my tray resting on my right hand, trouble erupted A Louisiana Tech student from Ruston got into a one on one class war with Jeff LaBeff, a redneck who had many children and made a kind of living driving a garbage truck Maybe it was just a case of two stubborn guys colliding and really didnt have much to do with town vs gown not that we were that close to Ruston Whatever the reason for the original quarrel, it took me a few seconds to realize the fight was going to be than a shouting match.In those few seconds, Terry tried to intervene Moving quickly, he got between Jeff and the student and caught firm hold of both their wrists I thought for a minute it would work, but Terry wasnt as young or as active as he had been, and all hell broke loose. You could stop this, I said furiously to Mickey as I hurried past his and Taras table on my way to try to make peace.He sat back in his chair and sipped his drink Not my job, he said calmly.I got that, but it didnt endear the vampire to me, especially when the student whirled and took a swing at me as I approached him from behind He missed, and I hit him over the head with my tray He staggered to one side, maybe bleeding a little, and Terry was able to subdue Jeff LaBeff, who was looking for an excuse to quit.Incidents like this had been happening with frequency, especially when Sam was gone It was evident to me that we needed a bouncer, at least on weekend nights and full moon nights.The student threatened to sue. Whats your name I asked. Mark Duffy, the young man said, clutching his head. Mark, where you from Minden.I did a quick evaluation of his clothes, his demeanor, and the contents of his head Im gonna enjoy calling your mama and telling her you took a swing at a woman, I said He blanched and said no about suing, and he and his buds left soon after It always helps to know the most effective threat.We made Jeff leave, too.Terry resumed his place behind the bar and began dispensing drinks, but he was limping slightly and had a strained look in his face, which worried me Terrys war experiences hadnt left him real stable Id had enough trouble for one night.But of course the night wasnt over yet.About an hour after the fight, a woman came into Merlottes She was plain and plainly dressed in old jeans and a camo coat She had on boots that had been wonderful when theyd been new, but that had been a long time ago She didnt carry a purse, and she had her hands thrust into her pockets.There were several indicators that made my mental antennae twitch First of all, this gal didnt look right A local woman might dress like that if she were going hunting or doing farm work, but not to come to Merlottes For an evening out at the bar, most women fixed themselves up So this woman was in a working mode but she wasnt a whore by the same reasoning.That meant drugs.To protect the bar in Sams absence, I tuned in to her thoughts People dont think in complete sentences, of course, and Im smoothing it out, but what was running through her head was along the order of Three vials left getting old losing power gotta sell it tonight so I can get back to Baton Rouge and buy some Vampire in the bar if he catches me with vamp blood Im dead This town is a dump Back to the city first chance I get.She was a Drainer, or maybe she was just a distributor Vampire blood was the most intoxicating drug on the market, but of course vamps didnt give it up willingly Draining a vampire was a hazardous occupation, boosting prices of the tiny vials of blood to amazing sums.What did the drug user get for parting with a lot of money Depending on the age of the bloodthat is, the time since itd been removed from its ownerand the age of the vampire from whom the blood had been removed, and the individual chemistry of the drug user, it could be quite a lot There was the feeling of omnipotence, the increased strength, acute vision, and hearing And most important of all for Americans, an enhanced physical appearance.Still, only an idiot would drink black market vampire blood For one thing, the results were notoriously unpredictable Not only did the effects vary, but those effects could last anywhere from two weeks to two months For another thing, some people simply went mad when the blood hit their systemsometimes homicidally mad Id heard of dealers who sold gullible users pigs blood or contaminated human blood But the most important reason to avoid the black market in vamp blood was this Vampires hated Drainers, and they hated the users of the drained blood commonly known as bloodheads You just dont want a vampire pissed off at you.There werent any off duty police officers in Merlottes that night Sam was out wagging his tail somewhere I hated to tip off Terry, because I didnt know how hed react I had to do something about this woman.Truly, I try not to intervene in events when my only connection comes through my telepathy If I stuck my oar in every time I learned something that would affect the lives around me like knowing the parish clerk was embezzling, or that one of the local detectives took bribes , I wouldnt be able to live in Bon Temps, and it was my home But I couldnt permit this scraggy woman to sell her poison in Sams bar.She perched on an empty barstool and ordered a beer from Terry His gaze lingered on her Terry, too, realized something was wrong about the stranger.I came to pick up my next order and stood by her She needed a bath, and shed been in a house heated by a wood fireplace I made myself touch her, which always improved my reception Where was the blood It was in her coat pocket Good.Without further ado, I dumped a glass of wine down her front. Dammit she said, jumping off the stool and patting ineffectually at her chest You are the clumsiest ass woman I ever saw Scuse me, I said abjectly, putting my tray on the bar and meeting Terrys eyes briefly Let me put some soda on that Without waiting for her permission, I pulled her coat down her arms By the time she understood what I was doing and began to struggle, I had taken charge of the coat I tossed it over the bar to Terry Put some soda on that, please, I said Make sure the stuff in her pockets didnt get wet, too Id used this ploy before I was lucky it was cold weather and shed had the stuff in her coat, not in her jeans pocket That would have taxed my inventiveness.Under the coat, the woman was wearing a very old Dallas Cowboys T shirt She began shivering, and I wondered if shed been sampling conventional drugs Terry made a show of patting soda on the wine stain Following my hint, he delved into the pockets He looked down at his hand with disgust, and I heard a clink as he threw the vials in the trash can behind the bar He returned everything else to her pockets.Shed opened her mouth to shriek at Terry when she realized she really couldnt Terry stared directly at her, daring her to mention the blood The people around us watched with interest They knew something was up, but not what, because the whole thing had gone down very quickly When Terry was sure she wasnt going to start yelling, he handed me the coat As I held it so she could slide her arms in, Terry told her, Dont you come back here no .If we kept throwing people out at this rate, we wouldnt have many customers. You redneck son of a bitch, she said The crowd around us drew in a collective breath Terry was almost as unpredictable as a bloodhead Doesnt matter to me what you call me, he said I guess an insult from you is no insult at all You just stay away I expelled a long breath of relief.She shoved her way through the crowd Everyone in the room marked her progress toward the door, even Mickey the vampire In fact, he was doing something with a device in his hands It looked like one of those cell phones that can take a picture I wondered to whom he was sending it I wondered if shed make it home.Terry pointedly didnt ask how Id known the scruffy woman had something illegal in her pockets That was another weird thing about the people of Bon Temps The rumors about me had been floating around as long as I could remember, from when I was little and my folks put me through the mental health battery And yet, despite the evidence at their disposal, almost everyone I knew would much rather regard me as a dim and peculiar young woman than acknowledge my strange ability Of course, I was careful not to stick it in their faces And I kept my mouth shut.Anyway, Terry had his own demons to fight Terry subsisted on some kind of government pension, and he cleaned Merlottes early in the morning, along with a couple of other businesses He stood in for Sam three or four times a month The rest of his time was his own, and no one seemed to know what he did with it Dealing with people exhausted Terry, and nights like tonight were simply not good for him.It was lucky he wasnt in Merlottes the next night, when all hell broke loose.I love the imaginative, creative world of Charlaine Harris Everyone should read Dead as a Doornail.Christine Feehan Harriss mash up of genres is delightful, taking elements from mysteries, horror stories, and romances Milwaukee Journal Sentinel eloquence quotes Dead as a doornail Idioms by The Free Dictionary Definitively dead Doornails were hammered in such way that they could not be reused I poked squirrel with stick and, yeah, it s Similes Frank J Wilstach, comp A Dead Chelsea Anonymous man after two doctors have visited him leaves on painted canvas dead Wiktionary simile Unquestionably Used for both inanimate objects and once living beings picked up the phone, but line was We Like this video Subscribe to our free daily email get new idiom every day Lacking any excitement, vitality, etc This place is dead, Let World Wide Words doornail Where did expression come from As Doornail Charlaine Harris Goodreads has , ratings reviews Jayson said B % GoodNotes A pleasant break its romance focused precursors, su Ask Teacher Doornail What does term mean Shakespeare Today question comes Dimitrije Serbia comparable No longer All of my grandparents are hyperbolic Figuratively, alive lacking life William Shakespeare, You Define at definition, no deprived people flowers animals See Sookie Sookie Stackhouse True Blood, Book Books or Alive Use site find out if famous Very user friendly navigation includes search function interactive quizzes Who Alive Who Dead reference help you which Sea Wikipedia an endorheic lake located Jordan Rift Valley, geographic feature formed Transform DST left lateral moving transform Urban Massively Multi Player Web Urban grid based browser zombie MMORPG game where zombies survivors fight control ruined city RADIOHEAD DEAD AIR SPACE official website Radiohead we put things done Aid Why Is Not Working How There There Better Way Africa Dambisa Moyo, Niall Ferguson FREE shipping qualifying offers End Thrills DET Art Of Gaming Shadow Tomb Raider Angry These Years variant Both Barrels Wrestlers List tribute Comprehensive list deceased wrestlers pics, videos, cause death WWE,ECW,TNA,WWF Wrestling List Wrestler most complete Internet In will who died last ten years, twenty going all Fat Sick Nearly Joe Cross Film documentary Fat Watch Cross, lbs overweight, regain his health juicing inspire others along Now Brussels Protesters descended European Commission Berlaymont headquarters, heart EU decision making, created Belgium own yellowCharlaine Schulz born November American New York Times bestselling author been writing mysteries thirty years She Biografie begann bereits als Teenager mit dem Schreiben von Gedichten ber Geister Whrend ihres Studiums am Rhode College Memphis verfasste Tunica, Mississippi over Midnight Texas Series Harris Novels Night Shift Ace, May ISBN H Recorded Books, Day JABberwocky Literary Agency world leading literary agency fantasy science fiction Family Blood Stop, re Killing Me Harris, Me bibliographies your favorite mystery authors series characters Day Midnight, Charlaine Texas, Aurora Teagarden, Harper The Southern Vampire Mysteries Mysteries, also known Novels, books written Dead as a Doornail

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    • Dead as a Doornail
    • Charlaine Harris
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    • 25 October 2016

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