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"The older the zombie, the bigger the death needed to raise it." |
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| 1994 U.S. Paperback Cover | UK Cover 2000 |
After a few centuries, the only death "big enough" is a human sacrafice. I know, because I'm an animator. My name is Anita Blake.
Working for Animators, Inc., is just a job - like selling insurance. But all the money in the world wasn't enough for me to take on the particular job Harold Gaynor was offering.
Somebody else did though - a rouge animator. Now he's not just raising the dead....he's raising Hell.
And it's up to me to stop it.....
I felt bad. Itchy, grumpy, restless. I was mad at Harold Gaynor for victimizing Wanda. Mad at Wanda for allowing it. Angry with myself for not being able to do anything about it. I was pissed at the whole world tonight. I'd learned what Gaynor wanted me to do. And it didn't help a damn bit.
"There willk always be victims, Anita," Jean-Claude said. "Predators and prey, it is the way of the world."
I glared up at him. "I thought you couldn't read me anymore."
"I cannot read your mind or your thoughts, only your face and what I know of you."
I didn't want to know that Jean-Claude knew me that well. That intimately. "Go away, Jean-Claude, just go away."
"As you like ma petite," And just like that he was gone. A rush of wind and then nothing.
"Show off," I muttered.
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