Going back to the beginning of the series has reminded me why I continue to read along even though it has morphed into another beast entirely. Here Anita is still working as an animator and an assistant to preternatural police force. She must train an apprentice animator, face down an angry lamia, crazed humans, out of control zombies and deal with a dangerous master vampire. It sounds exhausting but I have to hand it to Hamilton because I was never lost. Once again there is way too much focus on clothing who cares and the gun descriptions snore.

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Good luck in the new house, Bob. When you raise the dead for a living, you have to spill a little blood. It clung in flaking patches to my face and hands. I sipped coffee from a personalized mug that said, "Piss me off, pay the consequences," and stared at the two men sitting across from me.

Jeremy Ruebens was short, dark, and grumpy. His small features were clustered in the middle of his face as if some giant hand had mashed them together before the clay had dried. His hands smoothed over the lapel of his coat, the dark blue tie, tie clip, white shirt collar.

His hands folded in his lap for a second, then began their dance again: coat, tie, tie clip, collar, lap. I figured I could stand to watch him fidget maybe five more times before I screamed for mercy and promised him anything he wanted. The second man was Karl Inger. He was a few inches over six feet.

Standing, he had towered over Ruebens and me. A wavy mass of short-cut red hair graced a large face. Everything was neatly trimmed except for his unruly hair. Maybe he was having a bad hair day. Four was my limit. I wanted to go around the desk, grab his hands, and yell, "Stop that! He glanced at me. He frowned and placed his hands on top of his thighs. They remained there, motionless. Self-control at its best. And why are you so nervous, Mr. He cleared his throat sharply.

I was getting pissed, and it must have shown on my face. If you have real business, state it, then get the hell out of my office. His voice was a deep, rumbling bass, pleasant. Ruebens drew a deep breath and let it out through his nose. We have the same goals as HAV, but our methods are more direct. It worked for me. I used to be a vampire slayer, hunter, whatever. Now I was a vampire executioner. I had to have a death warrant to kill a specific vampire, or it was murder.

To get a warrant, you had to prove the vampire was a danger to society, which meant you had to wait for the vampire to kill people. The lowest kill was five humans, the highest was twenty-three. That was a lot of dead bodies. Humans First will settle for destroying them all. Do you really believe it is murder? A few months ago I would have said no.

Blake, vampires will be able to vote. We want the daytime resting place of the Master Vampire of the City. Blake, come now. If we can admit to advocating murder, then you can admit to knowing the Master. He was leaning forward, an eager, nearly lustful look on his face. It was the thought of staking the Master. It was careful to mention no name, but the creature was clearly male," Ruebens said.

I wondered how Jean-Claude would like being referred to as a "creature. Inger smiled. I shook my head. His face was growing darker; deep frown wrinkles showed on his forehead.

Ruebens, Mr. If you want a zombie raised, we can talk; otherwise. I would think the least you could do is be polite.

You turned it down. Surely you can meet us halfway. Just by answering your questions, I could be charged as an accessory to murder. I thought about that for a minute. Jean-Claude dead, really dead. It would certainly make my life easier, but. Inger, not even people who hate me. You have been most helpful. I appreciated that. Inside was a shoulder holster complete with a Browning Hi-Power 9mm.

Executive terrorist chic. Mess with me, and people are going to die. We came for your help. We will come up with a better plan and talk to you again. The soft clack of computer keys came from the outer office. He slammed the door behind them. I sat on the edge of my desk and waited to make sure they had left before going outside. Oh, I would if I had to, but it was better to avoid it.

I had hoped flashing the gun would make Ruebens back off. It had just seemed to enrage him. I rotated my neck, trying to ease some of the tension away.

I could go home, shower, and get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. My beeper went off. Nervous, me? I hit the button, and the number that flashed made me groan. It was the police. To be exact, it was the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team. The Spook Squad. They were responsible for all preternatural crime in Missouri.

I was their civilian expert on monsters. Bert liked the retainer I got, but better yet, the good publicity. The beeper went off again. Same number. If Detective Sergeant Rudolf Storr called me at half-past dawn, he needed my expertise. He sounded tinny and faraway. His wife had gotten him a car phone for his birthday.

He must have been near the limit of its range. It still beat the heck out of talking to him on the police radio. That always sounded like an alien language. It looks like we have a vampire victim on our hands.

He did. It was over the river and through the woods, way to hell and gone in Arnold. My office was jus t off Olive Boulevard. I had a forty-five-minute drive ahead of me, one way.

A vampire victim. The trick was, how many people would die before we caught this one? I wanted to go home.


Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter: Circus of the Damned Series

As with its predecessors, Circus of the Damned blends elements of supernatural , hardboiled detective , and police procedural fiction. Major characters Edit Circus of the Damned features the following major characters. Anita Blake : Anita continues her progression, as she initially is willing to kill Jean-Claude rather than be marked as his human servant, but ultimately continues to accept her role as a bridge between the worlds of humans and monsters in order to save the city. At the end of Circus of the Damned, Anita sees Jean-Claude as something more of a person and is willing to continue dating Richard, even though he is one of "the monsters. In addition, Jean-Claude proves himself quite brave in his vastly overmatched battle against Mr. Oliver, and quite deeply attached to Anita when he does not attempt to kill her in revenge for her almost killing him, nor does he surrender his romantic pursuit.


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Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts? I postponed writing this review for as long as I could. Then I postponed it again. Then again.

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