Bloody Bones: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. HamiltonBloody Bones: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. Hamilton

Bloody Bones: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel

byLaurell K. Hamilton

Mass Market Paperback | September 26, 2002

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A look that kills for the fifth Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novel.

Here's a job to strain even Anita Blake's capabilities: raising an entire graveyard of two-hundred-year-old corpses.
Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family.
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Title:Bloody Bones: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackPublished:September 26, 2002Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0515134465

ISBN - 13:9780515134469

Reviews

Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Page Turner! A page turner with a pretty solid background story and mystery to be solved this time around. Anita and her lovers have some flaws but I can't deny that the story continues to keep my interest in the 5th installment.
Date published: 2018-02-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Fairies The first time (and, as far as I've read, only time) Laurell K. Hamilton touches on the fairy world in the Anita Blake verse. It wasn't my favourite but it was definitely up there for this fact because I found the new creatures fascinating.
Date published: 2017-10-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent A twisted edition to the Guilty Pleasures series.
Date published: 2016-12-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Loved the early books sigh
Date published: 2016-12-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Still love it! Every time I read this I love it more and more.
Date published: 2014-09-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Goody As always im always happy with the ending and everyrhing else that comes with the book.
Date published: 2013-07-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love it... I had forgotten that there was another "Immortal!" She has a tendency to prove them wrong on that...
Date published: 2013-07-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Bogeyman Carries a Big Sword! Bloody Bones is the 5th installment in the Laurell K Hamilton Anita Blake series. Bert, Anita’s boss has sent Anita off to do the impossible, raise a cemetery full of century’s old zombies. The trip becomes an adventure of sorts as Anita is called in to assist the local authorities when 3 young people are murdered in a grisly fashion by a sword wielding fairy foe & the local vampire hive not so coincidently also come out to play. Anita’s growing powers in necromancy are seemingly drawing more & more interest from the supernatural community, perhaps hoping in some fashion to covet her power. Anita is tough as nails but human after all so she reluctantly calls on Jean-Claude for assistance but the Master in Branson is stronger than either of them could imagine & very hard to resist. This book delves a little more into Anita’s psyche to explore how her moral compass is evolving. Anita is gifted with a snippet of Jean-Claude’s history & she starts to see his humanity somewhat doing away with her narrow classification of vampires as monsters. At the same time Anita is practical when it comes to self preservation & or protecting the innocent as she would prefer to shoot to kill to rid the world of the bad guy, this is it odds with human laws but so far luck has been on her side. Can’t wait to see what happens next in The Killing Dance!
Date published: 2010-05-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Bloody Good! Bloody Bones is book five in the Anita Blake series and it's bloody good. This book sees Anita taken further out of her comfort zone when she has to travel away from home to Branson, after being hired by a land developer to raise a cemetery of 300 year-old zombies. The zombies are needed to settle a dispute over who actually owns the land. Anita is probably the only animator capable of raising this many zombies, this old, after construction equipment has mangled the skeletons. But life is never easy for Anita and before she can raise the dead she is called out to help the local police when the mutilated bodies of three young men are found. Soon, raising the 300 year-old dead is the least of her worries, when she is confronted with an immortal creature, a master vampire of the likes she's never seen and the magic of the fae. What makes this series so engaging is the world that Hamilton has created for us. It is a richly populated world - of humans, vampires, werewolves, witches and now fairies - that pushes the limits of our understanding of the definition of what it means to be living. And that challenge in Bloody Bones, begins to include Anita. In the first book, Guilty Pleasures, Anita was an animator - a professional you hired to do a job. But over the course of five books Anita has become a necromancer - a person with an affinity for the dead. It is what gives her the special talent to raise corpses easily from the dead. It also gives her powers that vampires and many supernatural creatures find enticing. Hamilton's writing continues to have an erotic undertone that you just can't miss. In this book, Anita ends up spending a lot of quality time with Jean Claude, the master vampire who has loved Anita since book one. At the start of the series, Anita easily and simply referred to all vampires as monsters. But as she has gotten to know Jean Claude her views on the boundaries of the living and dead are shifting and her beliefs are certainly challenged this time out. It is this internal struggle and emotional development that helps make Anita so believable. Sure Anita can kick butt, but she's not infallible. She runs out of bullets, gets beaten up, accumulates scars and bruises. No matter how much her powers grow, she remains human. 2010-092
Date published: 2010-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very entertaining Bloody Bones is the 5th book in the Anita Blake series. This book takes Anita to Branson, MO where she is asked to raise a cemetery full of zombies. A company is building on land not realizing it was a cemetery and most of the bones are in shambles. Raising the zombies would help settle a land dispute. Anita is not sure if she can raise a whole cemetery of very old zombies that’s bones have been displaced. While she is out of town, she is asked to help the local law investigate paranormal murders of several teenagers. Anita is not given a warm welcome. While investigating the murders Anita realizes she needs to talk to the Master of the City and asks Jean-Claude for his help. They soon realize that the master is far more powerful then anyone realize. She has the power to call ghosts. Anita also discovers that the land being disputed is from a fae brother and sister. They do not want to give the land. When Anita realizes what the purpose of the cemetery means and why they don’t want to give it away is extremely frightening. I loved this book. I am so please that the book had so much of Jean-Claude in it. You see a more “human” side of him. Anita is continuing to fight temptation to be with him. She’s fighting her felling and I fell like she will loose her battle soon. The series is progressing nicely and with each book Anita is becoming more powerful.
Date published: 2009-07-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Starting to like a certain vamp I liked this story. And once again we can see Anita let her guards down when it comes to Jean Claude. You can tell it will only be a matter of time before she gives in to him.
Date published: 2008-03-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down. Just finished this novel last night. Gripping is the word that comes to mind to describe this book. Anita is captivating and Jean-Claude is absolutely yummy - like a nice treat after a long, hot day. I am reading the next book in the series now...
Date published: 2006-07-29

Read from the Book

1IT WAS ST. Patrick’s Day, and the only green I was wearingwas a button that read, “Pinch me and you’re deadmeat.” I’d started work last night with a green blouse on, butI’d gotten blood all over it from a beheaded chicken. LarryKirkland, zombie-raiser in training, had dropped the decapitatedbird. It did the little headless chicken dance andsprayed both of us with blood. I finally caught the damnthing, but the blouse was ruined.I had to run home and change. The only thing not ruinedwas the charcoal grey suit jacket that had been in the car. Iput it back on over a black blouse, black skirt, dark hose,and black pumps. Bert, my boss, didn’t like us wearingblack to work, but if I had to be at the office at seven o’clockwithout any sleep at all, he would just have to live with it.I huddled over my coffee mug, drinking it as black as Icould swallow it. It wasn’t helping much. I stared at a seriesof 8-by-10 glossy blowups spread across my desktop. Thefirst picture was of a hill that had been scraped open, probablyby a bulldozer. A skeletal hand reached out of the rawearth. The next photo showed that someone had tried tocarefully scrape away the dirt, showing the splintered coffinand bones to one side of the coffin. A new body. The bulldozerhad been brought in again. It had plowed up the redearth and found a boneyard. Bones studded the earth likescattered flowers.One skull spread its unhinged jaws in a silent scream. Ascraggle of pale hair still clung to the skull. The dark,stained cloth wrapped around the corpse was the remnantsof a dress. I spotted at least three femurs next to the upperhalf of a skull. Unless the corpse had had three legs, we werelooking at a real mess.The pictures were well done in a gruesome sort of way.The color made it easier to differentiate the corpses, but thehigh gloss was a little much. It looked like morgue photosdone by a fashion photographer. There was probably an artgallery in New York that would hang the damn things andserve cheese and wine while people walked around saying,“Powerful, don’t you think? Very powerful.”They were powerful, and sad.There was nothing but the photos. No explanation. Berthad said to come to his office after I’d looked at them. He’dexplain everything. Yeah, I believed that. The Easter Bunnyis a friend of mine, too.I gathered the pictures up, slipped them into the envelope,picked my coffee mug up in the other hand, and went for thedoor.There was no one at the desk. Craig had gone home.Mary, our daytime secretary, didn’t get in until eight. Therewas a two-hour space of time when the office was unmanned.That Bert had called me into the office when wewere the only ones there bothered me a lot. Why the secrecy?Bert’s office door was open. He sat behind his desk,drinking coffee, shuffling some papers around. He glancedup, smiled, and motioned me closer. The smile bothered me.Bert was never pleasant unless he wanted something.His thousand-dollar suit framed a white-on-white shirtand tie. His grey eyes sparkled with good cheer. His eyes arethe color of dirty window glass, so sparkling is a real effort.His snow-blond hair had been freshly buzzed. The crewcutwas so short I could see scalp.“Have a seat, Anita.”I tossed the envelope on his desk and sat down. “What areyou up to, Bert?”His smile widened. He usually didn’t waste the smile onanybody but clients. He certainly didn’t waste it on me.“You looked at the pictures?”“Yeah, what of it?” “Could you raise them from the dead?”I frowned at him and sipped my coffee. “How old arethey?”“You couldn’t tell from the pictures?”“In person I could tell you, but not just from pictures. Answerthe question.”“Around two hundred years.”I just stared at him. “Most animators couldn’t raise a zombiethat old without a human sacrifice.”“But you can,” he said.“Yeah. I didn’t see any headstones in the pictures. Do wehave any names?”“Why?”I shook my head. He’d been the boss for five years,started the company when it was just him and Manny, andhe didn’t know shit about raising the dead. “How can youhang around a bunch of zombie-raisers for this many yearsand know so little about what we do?”The smile slipped a little, the glow beginning to fade fromhis eyes. “Why do you need names?”“You use names to call the zombie from the grave.”“Without a name you can’t raise them?”“Theoretically, no,” I said.“But you can do it,” he said. I didn’t like how sure he was.“Yeah, I can do it. John can probably do it, too.”He shook his head. “They don’t want John.”I finished the last of my coffee. “Who’s they?”“Beadle, Beadle, Stirling, and Lowenstein.”“A law firm,” I said.He nodded.“No more games, Bert. Just tell me what the hell’s goingon.”“Beadle, Beadle, Stirling, and Lowenstein have someclients building a very plush resort in the mountains nearBranson. A very exclusive resort. A place where the wealthycountry stars that don’t own a house in the area can go to getaway from the crowds. Millions of dollars are at stake.”“What’s the old cemetery have to do with it?”“The land they’re building on was in dispute between two3families. The courts decided the Kellys owned the land, andthey were paid a great deal of money. The Bouvier familyclaimed it was their land and there was a family plot on it toprove it. No one could find the cemetery.”Ah. “They found it,” I said.“They found an old cemetery, but not necessarily theBouvier family plot.”“So they want to raise the dead and ask who they are?”“Exactly.”I shrugged. “I can raise a couple of the corpses in thecoffins. Ask who they are. What happens if their last nameis Bouvier?”“They have to buy the land a second time. They thinksome of the corpses are Bouviers. That’s why they want allthe bodies raised.”I raised my eyebrows. “You’re joking.”He shook his head, looking pleased. “Can you do it?”“I don’t know. Give me the pictures again.” I set my coffeemug on his desk and took the pictures back. “Bert,they’ve screwed this six ways to Sunday. It’s a mass grave,thanks to the bulldozers. The bones are all mixed together.I’ve only read about one case of anyone raising a zombiefrom a mass grave. But they were calling a specific person.They had a name.” I shook my head. “Without a name itmay not be possible.”“Would you be willing to try?”I spread the pictures over the desk, staring at them. Thetop half of a skull had turned upside down like a bowl. Twofinger bones attached by something dry and desiccated thatmust once had been human tissue lay next to it. Bones,bones everywhere but not a name to speak.Could I do it? I honestly didn’t know. Did I want to try?Yeah. I did.“I’d be willing to try.”“Wonderful.”“Raising them a few every night is going to take weeks,even if I can do it. With John’s help it would be quicker.”“It will cost them millions to delay that long,” Bert said.“There’s no other way to do it.”

Editorial Reviews

“Highly-charged, well-written, no holds-barred… jaw-dropping.”—Denver Post

“Breathtaking.”—St. Louis Post-Dispatch

“What The Da Vinci Code did for the religious thriller, the Anita Blake series has done for the vampire novel.”—USA Today