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I mean, I know he's your man, but you got to think about the consequences. Sometimes people get flipped by accident. It's not like it's a math equation. the happy moment. I kept hoping the bedroom magic would return; if any male could perform sexual healing, that male would be Eric. Amelia smiled, which was what I'd been aiming for. I didn't so much feel like having sex as I felt like I ought to keep trying to enjoy it, but I definitely didn't want to discuss that. My ability to cast aside control, which is the key to good sex, had been pinched out of existence during the torture. I'd been absolutely helpless. I could only hope that I'd recover in that area, too. I knew Eric could feel my lack of completion. He'd asked me several times if I was sure I wanted to engage in sex. Nearly every time, I said yes, operating on the bicycle theory. Yes, I'd fallen off. But I was always willing to try to ride it again. She was stalling, dreading the moment when she actually got into her car and drove away.

It was only pride that was keeping me from bawling all over her. Even before my injuries during the Fae War, Eric and I had established what the vampires called a blood bond, since we'd exchanged blood several times. I could sense Eric's general location and his mood, and he could feel the same things about me. He was always faintly present in the back of my mind - sort of like turning on a fan or an air filter to provide a little buzz of noise that would help you get to sleep. It was good for me that Eric slept all day, because I could be by myself at least part of the time. Maybe he felt the same way after I went to bed at night? It wasn't like I heard voices in my head or anything - at least no more than usual. But if I felt happy, I had to check to make sure it was me and not Eric who felt happy. Likewise for anger; Eric was big on anger, controlled and carefully banked anger, especially lately. Maybe he was getting that from me. I was pretty full of anger myself these days.

I'd forgotten all about Amelia. I'd stepped right into my own trough of depression. She snapped me out of it. You love him, or you don't. Don't keep putting off thinking about it by blaming everything on your bond. Wah, wah, wah. If you hate the bond so much, why haven't you explored how you can get free of it? I took a deep breath. I've been so depressed I've put off making any decisions, or acting on the ones I've already made. Eric's one of a kind. But I find him. a little overwhelming. He also knew he had infinite time ahead of him. I did not. He hadn't brought that up yet, but sooner or later, he would. I'd never said it out loud. My dad's expecting me. He'll be all up in my business the minute I get back to New Orleans. He was very wrong not to respect her witchcraft. Amelia had been born with the potential for the power in her, as every true witch is. Once Amelia had some more training and discipline, she was going to be really scary - scary on purpose, rather than because of the drastic nature of her mistakes.

I hoped her mentor, Octavia, had a program in place to develop and train Amelia's talent. After I waved Amelia down the driveway, the broad smile dropped from my face. I sat on the porch steps and cried. It didn't take much for me to be in tears these days, and my friend's departure was just the trigger now. There was so much to weep about. My sister-in-law, Crystal, had been murdered. My brother's friend Mel had been executed. Tray and Claudine and Clancy the vampire had been killed in the line of duty. Since both Crystal and Claudine had been pregnant, that added two more deaths to the list.

Probably that should have made me long for peace above all else. But instead of turning into the Bon Temps Gandhi, in my heart I held the knowledge that there were plenty of people I wanted dead. I wasn't directly responsible for most of the deaths that were scattered in my wake, but I was haunted by the feeling that none of them would have happened if it weren't for me. In my darkest moments - and this was one of them - I wondered if my life was worth the price that had been paid for it. MARCH THE END OF THE FIRST WEEK My cousin Claude was sitting on the front porch when I got up on a cloudy, brisk morning a few days after Amelia's departure.

Claude wasn't as skilled at masking his presence as my great-grandfather Niall was. Because Claude was fae, I couldn't read his mind - but I could tell his mind was there, if that isn't too obscure a way to put it. I carried my coffee out to the porch, though the air was nippy, because drinking that first cup on the porch had been one of my favorite things to do before I. before the Fae War. I hadn't seen my cousin in weeks. I hadn't seen him during the Fae War, and he hadn't contacted me since the death of Claudine. I'd brought an extra mug for Claude, and I handed it to him. He accepted it silently. I'd considered the possibility he might throw it in my face. His unexpected presence had knocked me off course. I had no idea what to expect. The breeze lifted his long black hair, tossed it around like rippling ebony ribbons. His caramel eyes were red-rimmed. I sat on the top step. Ludwig was using as a hospital. I think Claudine was trying to stop the other fairies from coming down the corridor to get into the room where I was holed up with Bill and Eric and Tray.

Breandan had believed that humans and the fae should not consort. He'd believed that to the point of fanaticism. He'd wanted the fae to completely abstain from their forays into the human world, despite the fae's large financial stake in mundane commerce and the products it had produced. products that helped them blend into the modern world. Breandan had especially hated the occasional taking of human lovers, a fae indulgence, and he'd hated the children born as a result of such liaisons. He'd wanted the fae separate, walled away into their own world, consorting only with their own kind.

Oddly enough, that's what my great-grandfather had decided to do after defeating the fairy who believed in this apartheid policy. After all the bloodshed, Niall concluded that peace among the fae and safety for humans could be reached only if the fae blocked themselves into their world. Breandan had achieved his ends by his own death. In my worst moments, I thought that Niall's final decision had made the whole war unnecessary. There was nothing in his voice. Not blame, not anger, not a question. I took a long sip of coffee.

Claude's sat untouched on the arm of the porch swing. Maybe Claude was wondering if he should kill me. Claudine had been his last surviving sibling. I waited for the blow to fall. At first I didn't mind all that much, which was even more horrible. Claude said, "I understand Neave and Lochlan had hold of you. Is that why you're limping? Niall and Bill Compton killed them. Just so you know - it was Bill who killed Breandan, with my grandmother's iron trowel. Claude sat, beautiful and unreadable, for a long time. He never looked at me directly nor drank his coffee.

When he'd reached some inner conclusion, he rose and left, walking down the driveway toward Hummingbird Road. I don't know where his car was parked. For all I knew, he'd walked all the way from Monroe, or flown over on a magic carpet. I went into the house, sank to my knees right inside the door, and cried. My hands were shaking. My wrists ached. The whole time we'd been talking, I'd been waiting for him to make his move. I realized I wanted to live. MARCH THE SECOND WEEK JB said, "Raise your arm all the way up, Sookie! Holding the five-pound weight, I slowly lifted my left arm. Geez Louise, it hurt. Same with the right. JB wasn't a licensed physical therapist, but he was a personal trainer, so he'd had practical experience helping people get over various injuries.

Maybe he'd never faced an assortment like mine, since I'd been bitten, cut, and tortured. But I hadn't had to explain the details to JB, and he wouldn't notice that my injuries were far from typical of those incurred in a car accident. I didn't want any speculation going around Bon Temps about my physical problems - so I made the occasional visits to Dr. Amy Ludwig, who looked suspiciously like a hobbit, and I enlisted the help of JB du Rone, who was a good trainer but dumb as a box of rocks. JB's wife, my friend Tara, was sitting on one of the weight benches. She was reading What to Expect When You're Expecting. Tara, almost five months pregnant, was determined to be the best mother she could possibly be. Since JB was willing but not bright, Tara was assuming the role of Most Responsible Parent.

She'd earned her high school spending money as a babysitter, which gave her some experience in child care. She was frowning as she turned the pages, a look familiar to me from our school years. My quads were screaming, particularly the damaged one in my left leg. We were in the gym where JB worked, and it was after hours, because I wasn't a member. JB's boss had okayed the temporary arrangement to keep JB happy. JB was a huge asset to the gym; since he'd started working, new female clients had increased by a noticeable percentage. I've had my first appointment with Dr. Dinwiddie, here in Clarice. I know it's a little hospital, but I'm not high risk, and it's so close. You could get from my house to the gym in less than twenty minutes. My forehead broke out in a clammy sweat. I was used to thinking of myself as a fit woman, and mostly I'd been a happy one. There were days now when it was all I could do to get out of bed and get in to work. For the first time, I registered that I'd done ten extensions with ten more pounds than I'd been using.

I smiled back at him. It didn't last long, but I knew I'd done something good. I'd get to take care of a baby. They trusted me. I found myself planning on a future. MARCH THE SAME WEEK I spent the next night with Eric. As I did at least three or four times a week, I woke up panting, filled with terror, completely at sea. I held on to him as if the storm would sweep me away unless he was my anchor. I was already crying when I woke. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but this time he wept with me, bloody tears that streaked the whiteness of his face in a startling way. I had been trying so hard to act like my old self when I was with him. Of course, he knew differently. Tonight I could feel his resolve.

Eric had something to say to me, and he was going to tell me whether I wanted to listen or not. This may seem incredible, but I had been in such shaky condition I hadn't dared to ask him. Victor Madden was Eric's boss; he'd been appointed by Felipe de Castro, King of Nevada, to oversee the conquered kingdom of Louisiana. My initial reaction to Eric's explanation was bitter disappointment. I'd heard this story before. A vampire more powerful than me made me do it: Bill's excuse for going back to his maker, Lorena, revisited. I turned over and lay with my back to him. I felt the cold, creeping misery of disillusionment. I decided to pull my clothes on, to drive back to Bon Temps, as soon as I gathered the energy. The tension, the frustration, the rage in Eric was sapping me. I knew something was happening with you. Victor was at Fangtasia that night, as if he knew ahead of time he should be there.

When Bill called to tell me you'd been taken, I managed to call Niall before three of Victor's people chained me to the wall. When I - protested - Victor said he couldn't allow me to take sides in the Fae War. He said that no matter what happened to you, I couldn't get involved. It poured through me like a burning, icy stream. He resumed his story in a choked voice. Niall met Bill at your house to track you. Bill had heard of Lochlan and Neave. We all had. We knew time would run out for you. Grief, anger, desperation. Victor pretended not to believe me. Though they wouldn't defy Victor to his face, behind his back they let Pam call our new king. When she had Felipe on the line, she explained to him that you and I had married.

Then she demanded Victor take the telephone and talk to Felipe. Victor didn't dare to refuse. Felipe ordered Victor to let me go. He was powerful, old, and very crafty. And he owed me big-time. Somewhere along the line, my Viking honey had read Shakespeare. Victor had been sitting right there in Eric's office when I'd handed the ceremonial knife to Eric - in complete ignorance that my action constituted a marriage, vampire-style. I might have been ignorant, but Victor certainly wasn't. He said vampire lives must not be lost in the rescue of a human. He told Felipe that he hadn't believed Pam and me when we'd told him Felipe had promised you protection after you saved him from Sigebert. In my brief experience of the powerful vampire who'd maneuvered himself into a position of great power, Felipe was absolutely no fool.

Why didn't Felipe kill Victor? I think Felipe has to pretend he believes Victor. I think Felipe realizes that in making Victor his lieutenant in charge of the whole state of Louisiana, he has inflated Victor's ambitions to the point of indecency. My trust had gotten me burned in the past, and I wasn't going to get too close to the fire this time without careful consideration. It was one thing to enjoy laughing with Eric or to look forward to the times when we twined together in the dark. It was another thing to trust him with more fragile emotions. I was really not into trust right now. When I'd wakened in the old factory Dr. Ludwig was using as a field hospital, my injuries had been so painful I'd thought dying might prove easier than living. Bill, who had saved me, had been poisoned with a bite from Neave's silver teeth. His survival had been up in the air.

The mortally wounded Tray Dawson, Amelia's werewolf lover, had hung on long enough to die by the sword when Breandan's forces stormed the hospital. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded, but because of the love I have for you. I couldn't help it, though I could feel that he meant what he was saying. I was just willing to believe that Eric would have come to my help much faster, if he could have. I was willing to believe that he'd heard the echo of the horror of my time with the fae torturers. But my pain and blood and terror had been my own. He might have felt them, but from a separate place. I know you would have killed them. I couldn't deny that I felt better since he'd brought himself to tell me. Yet I didn't feel as much better as I'd hoped, though now I knew why he hadn't come when I'd been screaming for him.

I could even understand why it had taken so long for him to tell me. Helplessness was a state Eric didn't often encounter. Eric was supernatural, and he was incredibly strong, and he was a great fighter. But he was not a superhero, and he couldn't overcome several determined members of his own race. And I realized he'd given me a lot of blood when he himself was healing from the silver chains. Finally, something inside me relaxed at the logic of his story. I believed him in my heart, not just in my head. A red tear fell on my bare shoulder and coursed down. I swept it up on my finger, putting my finger to his lips - offering his pain back to him. I had plenty of my own. I'd finally succeeded in surprising Eric. MARCH THE THIRD WEEK "So," my brother said. I was sitting in a folding chair, looking out over the large pond and its dock.

It was a beautiful evening, cool and brisk. I was actually content to sit there and watch him work; I was enjoying being with Jason. Michele was in the house making a salad. I could hear her singing Travis Tritt. It was the first time I'd been in a private setting with my brother in months. Jason had been through his own bad time. His estranged wife and their unborn child had died horribly. He'd discovered his best male friend had been in love with him, sick in love. But as I watched him grilling, listened to his girlfriend singing inside the house, I understood that Jason was a great survivor. Here my brother was, dating again, pleased at the prospect of eating steak and the mashed potato casserole I'd brought and the salad Michele was making. I had to admire Jason's determination to find pleasure in his life. My brother was not a very good role model in a lot of ways, but I could hardly point fingers. She was, too - though maybe not in the way our gran would have used the term.

Michele Schubert was absolutely out-front about everything. You couldn't shame her, because she wouldn't do something she wouldn't own up to. Operating on the same principle of full disclosure, if Michele had a grievance with you, you knew about it. She worked in the Ford dealership's repair shop as a scheduler and clerk. It was a tribute to her efficiency that she still worked for her former father-in-law. In fact, he'd been known to say he liked her a tad better than he liked his son, some days. Michele came out on the deck. She was wearing the jeans and Ford-logo polo shirt she wore to work, and her dark hair was twisted in a knot on her head. Michele liked heavy eye makeup, big purses, and high heels. She was barefoot now. That man can't find his ass with both hands. that fairy, Dermot, the one that looks like me. Do you know if he's still around?

He was leaning against the railing of the deck he'd added to the house my mom and dad had built when they were expecting Jason. Mom and Dad hadn't gotten to enjoy it for much more than a decade. They'd died when I was seven, and when Jason had gotten old enough to live on his own in his estimation , he'd moved out of Gran's and into this house. It had seen many a wild party for two or three years, but he'd become steadier. Tonight it was very clear to me that his recent losses had sobered him further. I took a swallow from my bottle. I wasn't much of a drinker - I saw too much overindulgence at work - but it had been impossible to turn down a cold beer on this bright evening. Dermot was the fraternal twin of our half-fairy grandfather Fintan. Claude stayed here. I saw him a couple of weeks ago.

Claude was his grandson from Niall's marriage to another full fae. Michele's got a book with him on the cover in some genie costume. He must love every minute of it. You know, he's a pain in the butt," I said, and laughed, surprising myself. But when I picked up the mail yesterday, he'd sent me some free coupons for ladies' night at Hooligans. Maybe when I'm. in a better mood. Well, give my brother points for "willing. Give him a chance to put in his two cents. Would you tell Michele you were going to a club to watch women strip? I'd set the table earlier, and now I poured the tea. Michele had put the salad and the hot potato casserole on the table, and she got some A-1 steak sauce from the pantry. Dead in the Family is a New York Times Bestselling Gothic mystery novel by Charlaine Harris and the tenth book in her The Southern Vampire Mysteries serial. When the novel begins, Sookie Stackhouse is yet recovering physically and emotionally from the torture she received at the easily of demented fairies Lochlan and Neave in the previous book Dead and Gone.

She has finally settled into a relationship with the Viking vampire Eric, and her errant brother Jason seems to have his life in order, too, with a solid new girlfriend, Michele. Only all the other people in Sookie'south life—Eric himself, her former lover Bill, her friend and boss Sam—are having family unit problems. Eric'southward maker, Appius Livius Ocella, shows upwards with Eric's 'brother' in tow—he is Alexei Romanov, but son of the concluding Czar of Russian federation, who as an boyish witnessed the Bolshevik Revolution, including the slaughter of his entire family. He adult emotional problems as a result. Appius has sought Eric out every bit a last resort, to see if Eric can help restore Alexei to sanity. Meanwhile, Beak is even so suffering from the argent poisoning he got via the teeth of Neave when he rescued Sookie from her torturers.

He is not getting amend, and may only be able to be cured by the blood of a vampire made by Bill's maker, the dead Lorena, just Bill refuses to ask his sibling for help. The furor raised by the coming out of the two-natured continues, as Calvin Norris reveals himself to his co-workers and Sam's family deals with the news of having the two-natured in the family. Sure forces are agitating for a were registration system, and the weres suspect that they are under surveillance by the regime. Sookie begins to recover from her torture at the hands of Lochlan and Neave, but still has mail service-traumatic stress and feet. She wants to impale Victor considering she realizes he is a major threat to Eric, Pam, and Bill, wanting them dead. But Sookie struggles with the thought of killing Victor in cold blood, rather than in the heat of battle or in self-defense.

Victor sends assassins to kill Sookie, Pam, and Bill, without success. Sookie's cousin Claude comes to live with her, claiming he suffers without the visitor of other fairies his triplets, Claudine and Claudette, are at present deceased. Sookie'south mad half-fae uncle, Dermot, has been wandering the property for reasons unknown, as has another unidentified fairy. Sookie seeks out Nib's "sibling", Judith Vardamon, to enquire for her help. She learns that Judith was made vampire by Lorena in an attempt to placate a sullen Neb, her reasoning beingness that having a companion who so resembled Bill'southward late wife would please him. However, Bill avoids contact with Judith, believing that she blames him for her vampiric land. Judith won't contact Bill because she fears and hates Lorena. Sookie contacts Judith for the sake of Nib's health. Upon learning of Lorena's decease, Judith is overjoyed and happily anticipatory of her visit with Bill.

Her claret serves to heal him, and the ii seem to build a rapport quickly. Sookie is called upon to babysit her cousin Hadley's immature son, Hunter, who is besides telepathic. She helps him with the social nuances of being telepathic. Sookie attends a trial by the Shreveport pack, to learn why the body of Basim, a new were, was institute buried on her property.

Author » Charlaine Harris. Dead in the family, p. Dead in the Family, page 1 part 10 of Sookie Stackhouse Series. Select Voice: Brian uk Emma uk Amy uk Eric us Ivy us Joey us Salli us Justin us Jennifer us Kimberly us Kendra us Russell au Nicole au. Try our free service - convert any of your text to speech! More than 10 english voices! Many other people helped in different capacities along the way: Anastasia Luettecke, who taught me about Roman names; Dr. Ed Uthman, who helps me with medical stuff; Victoria and Debi, my continuity mavens; Toni L. Kelner and Dana Cameron, whose gentle comments after their first reading keep me from committing many an error; Paula Woldan, whose help and friendship keep me going; Lisa Desimini, the cover artist; Jodi Rosoff, my wonderful publicist; Ginjer Buchanan, my long-suffering editor; and my Mod Squad: Michele, Victoria, Kerri, MariCarmen, and Lindsay current , and Debi, Beverly, and Katie retired.

MARCH THE FIRST WEEK "I feel bad that I'm leaving you like this," Amelia said. Her eyes were puffy and red. They'd been that way, off and on, ever since Tray Dawson's funeral. I could read the guilt and shame and ever-present grief roiling around Amelia's mind in a ball of darkness. I could hear myself babbling cheerfully along, but I couldn't seem to stop. See how much better? The teeth marks were hardly perceptible, though the skin wasn't quite smooth and was visibly paler than the surrounding flesh. If I hadn't had a huge dose of vampire blood, the scar would've looked like a shark had bitten me. Amelia glanced down and hastily away, as if she couldn't bear to see the evidence of the attack. And since there are a few tourists again, and people returning and rebuilding, the magic store's reopened. I can work there part-time.

Plus, as much as I love you and I love living here, since Tray died. She really didn't blame me. Since I could read her mind, I knew she was telling me the truth. Even I didn't totally blame myself, somewhat to my surprise. It was true that Tray Dawson, Amelia's lover and a Were, had been killed while he'd been acting as my bodyguard. It was true that I'd requested a bodyguard from the Were pack nearest me because they owed me a favor and my life needed guarding. However, I'd been present at the death of Tray Dawson at the hands of a sword-wielding fairy, and I knew who was responsible. So I didn't feel guilty, exactly. But I felt heartsick about losing Tray, on top of all the other horrors. My cousin Claudine, a full-blooded fairy, had also died in the Fae War, and since she'd been my real, true fairy godmother, I missed her in a lot of ways.

And she'd been pregnant. I had a lot of pain and regret of all kinds, physical and mental. While Amelia carried an armful of clothes downstairs, I stood in her bedroom, gathering myself. Then I braced my shoulders and lifted a box of bathroom odds and ends. I descended the stairs carefully and slowly, and I made my way out to her car. She turned from depositing the clothes across the boxes already stowed in her trunk. You always jump when someone comes into the room and surprises you, and I can tell your wrists hurt," she said. She grabbed the box and slid it into the backseat. Despite all that vamp blood. As time passes, it won't be so fresh and at the front of my mind," I told Amelia.

If telepathy had taught me anything, it was that people could bury the most serious and painful of memories, if you gave them enough time and distraction. It's Eric's blood. It's strong stuff. And my wrists are a lot better. Ludwig, physician to the supernatural, had told me the nerves - and the wrists - would be back to normal, eventually. Since I heard it before she actually voiced it, I was able to brace myself. Sookie, you didn't ask me, but I think you better not have any more of Eric's blood. I mean, I know he's your man, but you got to think about the consequences. Sometimes people get flipped by accident. It's not like it's a math equation. the happy moment. I kept hoping the bedroom magic would return; if any male could perform sexual healing, that male would be Eric.

Amelia smiled, which was what I'd been aiming for. I didn't so much feel like having sex as I felt like I ought to keep trying to enjoy it, but I definitely didn't want to discuss that. My ability to cast aside control, which is the key to good sex, had been pinched out of existence during the torture. I'd been absolutely helpless. I could only hope that I'd recover in that area, too. I knew Eric could feel my lack of completion. He'd asked me several times if I was sure I wanted to engage in sex. Nearly every time, I said yes, operating on the bicycle theory. Yes, I'd fallen off.

But I was always willing to try to ride it again. She was stalling, dreading the moment when she actually got into her car and drove away. It was only pride that was keeping me from bawling all over her. Even before my injuries during the Fae War, Eric and I had established what the vampires called a blood bond, since we'd exchanged blood several times. I could sense Eric's general location and his mood, and he could feel the same things about me. He was always faintly present in the back of my mind - sort of like turning on a fan or an air filter to provide a little buzz of noise that would help you get to sleep. It was good for me that Eric slept all day, because I could be by myself at least part of the time.

Maybe he felt the same way after I went to bed at night? It wasn't like I heard voices in my head or anything - at least no more than usual. But if I felt happy, I had to check to make sure it was me and not Eric who felt happy. Likewise for anger; Eric was big on anger, controlled and carefully banked anger, especially lately. Maybe he was getting that from me. I was pretty full of anger myself these days. I'd forgotten all about Amelia. I'd stepped right into my own trough of depression. She snapped me out of it.

You love him, or you don't. Don't keep putting off thinking about it by blaming everything on your bond. Wah, wah, wah. If you hate the bond so much, why haven't you explored how you can get free of it? I took a deep breath. I've been so depressed I've put off making any decisions, or acting on the ones I've already made. Eric's one of a kind. But I find him. a little overwhelming. He also knew he had infinite time ahead of him. I did not. He hadn't brought that up yet, but sooner or later, he would. I'd never said it out loud. My dad's expecting me. He'll be all up in my business the minute I get back to New Orleans. He was very wrong not to respect her witchcraft. Amelia had been born with the potential for the power in her, as every true witch is. Once Amelia had some more training and discipline, she was going to be really scary - scary on purpose, rather than because of the drastic nature of her mistakes.

I hoped her mentor, Octavia, had a program in place to develop and train Amelia's talent. After I waved Amelia down the driveway, the broad smile dropped from my face. I sat on the porch steps and cried. It didn't take much for me to be in tears these days, and my friend's departure was just the trigger now.

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Eric was standing right behind her, I guess thinking Pam would absorb the first blast if I came out shooting. She was sprawled across his lap, her bright summer dress twisted around her body, one hand gripping his shoulder and kneading it while he sucked from her neck. Women like you. I tried not to remember it too vividly. Felipe looked at him sharply.