An Easy Death
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From the beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series, the inspiration for HBO's True Blood, comes "a gripping, twisty-turny, thrill ride of a read" (Karin Slaughter, New York Times bestselling author) following a young gunslinging mercenary on deadly mission through the American Southwest.In a fractured United States, a new world where magic is acknowledged but mistrusted, a young gunslinger named Lizbeth Rose takes a job offer from a pair of Russian wizards. Lizbeth Rose has a wildly fearsome reputation but these wizards are desperate. Searching the small border towns near Mexico, they're trying to locate a low-level magic practitioner believed to be a direct descendant of Grigori Rasputin.
As the trio journey through an altered America-shattered into several countries after the assassination of Franklin Roosevelt and the Great Depression-they're set on by enemies. It's clear that a powerful force does not want them to succeed in their mission. Lizbeth Rose has never failed a client, but this job may stretch her to her deadly limits.
"Immersive, involving, suspenseful and intriguing, with a main character you'll love" (Lee Child, #1 New York Times bestselling author), An Easy Death is a fast-paced thriller of the highest order.
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Chapter One CHAPTER ONE In the morning I got Chrissie to cut off all my hair. Tarken and Martin would be tinkering with the truck, which was our livelihood. Galilee would be watching Martin, because they had started seeing each other before and after work. Or she would be cleaning her little house, or washing her clothes. I never saw Galilee bored or idle.
But I didn't have to be at Martin's until late that afternoon, so I was doing whatever I pleased. That morning I was pleased to get rid of my hair.
My neighbor Chrissie was not too bright, but I'd watched her trim her husband's hair and beard as he sat on a stool outside their cabin. She'd done a good job. She sang as she worked, in her sweet, high voice, and she told me about her youngest one's adventures with a frog in the creek.
When she was halfway done, she said, "Why you want to cut all this off? It's so pretty."
"It gets all sweaty and sticks to my neck," I said. Which was true. It was only spring now, but it would be the hot season soon.
"You better wear you a hat so your head won't get all red and tender," Chrissie said. "You want it so short I think the sun might get your scalp."
"I'll take care," I said, holding up the only little mirror Chrissie had. I could see part of my head at a time. She'd washed it, so my hair was wet. I thought it was about an inch long. Looked like the curl was gone, but I wouldn't know until it dried.
"You heading out soon? I saw them farmers at Martin's place, when I was coming back from the store." Chrissie's trousers had long tendrils of dark hair all over 'em now. She'd have to brush 'em.
"Yeah, we're leaving as soon as it's near dark."
"Ain't you scared?"
Sure, I was. "Of course not, the only ones should be scared are anyone who tries to get in our way." I smiled.
"You'll kill 'em dead, bang, bang," Chrissie said in a singsong voice.
"Yep. Bang, bang," I agreed.
"Why are they going to New America?"
"The farmers?
... mehr
The part of Texas they live in got swallowed up by Mexico a few years ago. You remember?"
Chrissie looked dim. She shook her head.
"Anyway, the government down there has been telling the Texans that they're not real Mexicans, and their land is forfeit."
Chrissie looked even dimmer.
"Their land is getting taken. So if they've got kin up north or anywhere, even in Dixie, they got to leave Mexico to have a chance."
Dixie was so poor and so dangerous you'd have to be desperate to flee there.
Chrissie ran her fingers through the short hair on the left side of my head, and shook her head. "Anyone ever go to the HRE?" she asked.
"Chrissie," I said. She bent around to meet my eyes.
"Oh, sorry, Lizbeth." She began to work on the right side, following her own whim. I tried to remember if I'd ever seen her cut anyone's hair besides Norton's. "I forgot you don't like them grigoris."
No. I did not like magicians.
"Tarken know you're doing this?" she said after a moment. I could tell by the faraway sound of her voice that the question had come from her mouth, not her head.
"No, he doesn't have a say in my hair. Don't you go telling."
"He'll see it this afternoon."
"Yeah, it's a surprise," I said.
Chrissie gave me one of those looks that reminded me she was older than I was. "He ain't gonna like it, Lizbeth."
I raised up my shoulders, very carefully, because I didn't want to jolt her hand. "Not his head," I said, and that was the truth. But it was also true that he'd tried to tell me how I should do something one time too many.
When Chrissie had finished, and the little mirror told me it was cut evenly
Chrissie looked dim. She shook her head.
"Anyway, the government down there has been telling the Texans that they're not real Mexicans, and their land is forfeit."
Chrissie looked even dimmer.
"Their land is getting taken. So if they've got kin up north or anywhere, even in Dixie, they got to leave Mexico to have a chance."
Dixie was so poor and so dangerous you'd have to be desperate to flee there.
Chrissie ran her fingers through the short hair on the left side of my head, and shook her head. "Anyone ever go to the HRE?" she asked.
"Chrissie," I said. She bent around to meet my eyes.
"Oh, sorry, Lizbeth." She began to work on the right side, following her own whim. I tried to remember if I'd ever seen her cut anyone's hair besides Norton's. "I forgot you don't like them grigoris."
No. I did not like magicians.
"Tarken know you're doing this?" she said after a moment. I could tell by the faraway sound of her voice that the question had come from her mouth, not her head.
"No, he doesn't have a say in my hair. Don't you go telling."
"He'll see it this afternoon."
"Yeah, it's a surprise," I said.
Chrissie gave me one of those looks that reminded me she was older than I was. "He ain't gonna like it, Lizbeth."
I raised up my shoulders, very carefully, because I didn't want to jolt her hand. "Not his head," I said, and that was the truth. But it was also true that he'd tried to tell me how I should do something one time too many.
When Chrissie had finished, and the little mirror told me it was cut evenly
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Autoren-Porträt von Charlaine Harris
Harris, Charlaine Charlaine Harris is a New York Times bestselling author who has been writing for over thirty years. She was born and raised in the Mississippi River Delta area. She has written four series, and two stand-alone novels, in addition to numerous short stories, novellas, and graphic novels (cowritten with Christopher Golden). Her Sookie Stackhouse books have appeared in twenty-five different languages and on many bestseller lists. They're also the basis of the HBO series True Blood. Harris now lives in Texas, and when she is not writing her own books, she reads omnivorously. Her house is full of rescue dogs.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Charlaine Harris
- 2018, 320 Seiten, Maße: 15,9 x 23,6 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Simon & Schuster US
- ISBN-10: 1481494929
- ISBN-13: 9781481494922
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.09.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Immersive, involving, suspenseful and intriguing, with a main character you'll love. Think you know Charlaine Harris? Think again!" - Lee Child, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Jack Reacher novels
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