Dead as a Doornail - A Sookie Stackhouse Novel : Southern Vampire Mysteries, Book 05
When Sookie's brother Jason's eyes start to change, she knows he's about to turn into a were-panther for the first time. But her concern becomes cold fear when a sniper sets his deadly sights on the local changeling population-and Jason's new panther brethren suspect he may be the shooter. Now, Sookie has until the next full moon to find out who's behind the attacks, unless the killer decides to find her first.
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1 . Excellent Series
Posted February 24, 2010 by Jessica , BramptonI am highly enjoying the Sookie Stackhouse series.
If you are into stories about vampires, werewolves or any kind of supernatural these books are for you.
I'm definitely having a hard time putting them down.
2 . Great Series!
Posted April 22, 2009 by Angela , FloresvilleIf you enjoyed the Twilight Series you'll love these as well. You won't be able to put them down!
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Excerpt from Dead as a Doornail - A Sookie Stackhouse Novel by Charlaine Harris
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 I ' d 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 weren ' t blue like mine anymore. They were yellowish. The shape of them had changed.
' My face feels funny, ' he said. But he still hadn ' t 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 man ' s eyes were closed, and his bearded face was raised to the darkening sky. Calvin Norris waited until Jason was climbing out the passenger ' s 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 I ' d remembered, and the rest of him was just as unremarkable. Stocky, graying, sturdy, he looked like a hundred other men I ' d seen in Merlotte ' s Bar, except for those eyes.
' I ' ll 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 Norris ' s fault. He hadn ' t been the one who ' d 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. '
' I ' ll bring him home in the morning. '
' To my house, please. His truck is at my place. '