Dead as a Doornail: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel by Charlaine Harris (English) Pape

Description: Dead as a Doornail by Charlaine Harris Sookie Stackhouse has had more than her share of experience with the supernatural - but now its really hitting close to home. When Sookie sees her brother Jasons eyes start to change, she knows hes about to turn into a were-panther for the first time. Then a sniper sets his deadly sights on the local changeling population. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Small-town cocktail waitress Sookie Stackhouse has had more than her share of experience with the supernatural - but now its really hitting close to home. When Sookie sees her brother Jasons eyes start to change, she knows hes about to turn into a were-panther for the first time - a transformation he embraces more readily than most shapeshifters she knows. But her concern becomes cold fear when a sniper sets his deadly sights on the local changeling population, and Jasons new panther brethren suspect he may be the shooter. Now, Sookie has until the next full moon to find out whos behind the attacks - unless the killer decides to find her first... Author Biography 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 HBOs True Blood, NBCs Midnight, Texas, and the Aurora Teagarden movies for Hallmark Movies & Mysteries. She has lived in the South her entire life. Review Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harriss Sookie Stackhouse novels"Its the kind of book you look forward to reading before you go to bed, thinking youre 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 Long Description A New York Times Bestselling AuthorCocktail waitress Sookie Stackhouse has only a few close friends, which isnt surprising - not many people can appreciate Sookies abilities as a mind reader. When she sees her brother Jasons eyes start to change, Sookie knows hes about to turn into a werepanther for the first time. But her concern for her brother becomes cold fear when a sniper targets the local changeling population - and Jasons new panther brethren suspect he may be the shooter. Review Quote Praise for #1 New York Times Excerpt from Book 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 need--toothbrush, 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 anymore. 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 fur--not a full coat, since he turned into half-man, half-cat--and 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 T Details ISBN0441013333 Short Title DEAD AS A DOORNAIL Language English ISBN-10 0441013333 ISBN-13 9780441013333 Media Book DEWEY 813.54 Year 2006 Imprint Ace Books Subtitle A Sookie Stackhouse Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Alternative 9781419345371 Author Charlaine Harris Residence Magnolia, AR, US DOI 10.1604/9780441013333 Series Number 5 AU Release Date 2006-04-25 NZ Release Date 2006-04-25 US Release Date 2006-04-25 UK Release Date 2006-04-25 Pages 320 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Series Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood Format Paperback Publication Date 2006-04-25 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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