First, there were the dead in the graveyard -- two-hundred years dead.I'd been hired to raise them to settle a dispute over who owned the land they were buried in. Then there were the three dead teenagers in the woods, slaughtered in a way I had neverseen before. And then they found the dead girl, drained of blood and left in her bed. I knew what that meant, all right. It didn't take a degree in preternatural studies tofigure out that something was very wrong in and around Branson, Missouri. Myname is Anita Blake. Welcome to my life . . .
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