Dead Ice: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. HamiltonDead Ice: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. Hamilton

Dead Ice: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel

byLaurell K. Hamilton

Mass Market Paperback | April 26, 2016

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Zombies and voodoo collide in the latest Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Affliction and A Shiver of Light.
 
Becoming the fiancée of master vampire Jean-Claude is wreaking havoc with Anita Blake’s reputation as a hardass—to some extent. Luckily, in professional circles, she’s still the go-to expert for zombie issues. And right now, the FBI is having one hell of a zombie issue.
 
Someone is producing zombie porn. Anita has seen her share of freaky undead fetishes, so this shouldn’t bother her. But the women being victimized aren’t just mindless, rotting corpses. Their souls are trapped behind their eyes, signaling voodoo of the blackest kind.
 
It’s the sort of case that can leave a mark on a person. And Anita’s own soul may not survive unscathed...
Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family.
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Title:Dead Ice: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:608 pages, 6.81 × 4.19 × 1.3 inPublished:April 26, 2016Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Dead Ice More of the same... lots of repeat back story and it feels like filler. Boredom set in at certain descriptive of past events and the sex was boring. Very little to see here. I was unimpressed by the plot. Very predictable. And further, I'm sick of the "difficult" interplay and unreasonable scenes where 15 people try to work out a dynamic for relationships in front of an audience. It's one thing to have the difficult intimate discussion but another to be watched doing it
Date published: 2015-10-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Action filled & spicy This one definitely leaves room for the storyline that evolves around Anita & her unusual group to carry us into an interesting future.
Date published: 2015-09-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dead Ice Laurell K Hamilton has done it again!!! This story captures thrilling suspense, magic, vampires & shape shifters with a modern thread, a real page turner!!! The story lines for all of the characters new & old, (no pun intended) is metaphysical!
Date published: 2015-09-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome!!! Had soo much fun reading the latest book in the Anita Blake series. I usually get too carried away with the story that I tend to finish Hamilton's books within 24 hours and then I feel bad because I do not know when the next book in the series would be out...it is advisable to read the previous books in this series before this one to understand the character dynamics.
Date published: 2015-09-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Much better I really liked this one! I've followed the entire series and loved most of it. Although the last installment, Jason, was not at all my fave. I was thrilled reading Anita back to her old tricks (and some really cool new ones)in this book!
Date published: 2015-08-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another home run Fabulous, as always! Ms. Hamilton clearly has fun in the world she has created and "Dead Ice" is no exception.
Date published: 2015-07-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from 06-27-21 This book was amazing and i lovded how the group dynamic was explored further. Overall a great read as always.
Date published: 2015-06-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dead Ice Laurell is 'THE' best psychological character writer you will ever have the pleasure of reading. All the good, bad, messy, emotional and physical attributes of life is in her plots & characters. But mixing it altogether with the scary or just plain 'Fucked up', is pure genius and we all should bow at her feet and pray she has more to share with us!
Date published: 2015-06-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dead Ice Another excellent addition to the Anita Blake series. Difficult to put down, be warned.... The Executioner at her best
Date published: 2015-06-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Emotional Baggage & Therapy After the last installment, Jason, I was ready to give up on this series. But after reading several reviews, I decided to give it one more try. And while I am happy that we have gone back to more of the zombie raising and Federal Marshall stuff, there was still a lot of therapy and emotional baggage to be found in this book. Is it wrong to say that I miss the old, emotionally stunted Anita and this new self aware one just makes me tired?
Date published: 2015-06-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Best One Yet! Laurell is so wonderful at bringing her Characters to life. This book was great at making me see her inner circle of family and friends as a whole. You see the whole picture. I can't wait for more!
Date published: 2015-06-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! I'm a huge fan of the Anita Blake series and have yet to be disappointed. Even with the metaphysics and paranormalities, most of the characters are still relatable with their human emotions and complications. I know some readers do not like how much sex is in this series, but reading it from the beginning shows how integral it is. This isn't a paranormal romance with sex as the added bonus, it's literally part of who the characters are. Plus these books are more than that, the lead character is a strong female who is imperfect and doesn't always save the, but that's what make it more real, more engaging, more relatable. Reading about how these characters live and grow is like catching up with an old friend everytime a new book comes out. I can't wait to see what comes next.
Date published: 2015-06-12

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Chapter 1“So, you’re engaged,” Special Agent Brenda Manning said. She wore a black pantsuit with a heavy belt that could wrap around her waist and hold the gun at her side. She was FBI and didn’t have to worry about concealed carry, so the fact that her gun flashed when her suit jacket flared out, which was every time she moved, wasn’t an issue. The gun looked very stark against her white button-down shirt.“Yep,” I said. My own gun was at the small of my back, underneath a suit jacket made to hide the gun from the clients at my other job. I’d also started getting belt loops added to my skirts so I could wear a belt that could stand up to the weight of a gun and holster. I’d come straight from Animators Inc., where the motto was, “Where the Living Raise the Dead for a Killing.” Bert, our business manager, didn’t believe in hiding the fact that raising the dead was a rare talent, and you paid for talent. But lately my job as a U.S. Marshal for the Preternatural Branch had been taking more and more of my time. Like today.The other very special agent, Mark Brent, tall, thin, and looking barely old enough to be out of college, was bent over the portable computer they’d brought with them, which was sitting on the room’s only desk. He was dressed in a suit almost identical to Manning’s except his was brown to match his holster, but his gun was still a black bump, stark against his white shirt. We were in the office of our head honcho, Lieutenant Rudolph Storr. Dolph was currently somewhere else, which left me alone with the FBI and Sergeant Zerbrowski. I wasn’t sure which was more dangerous to my peace of mind, but I knew Zerbrowski would mouth off more. He was my partner, my friend, he was entitled. I’d just met Special Agent Manning, and I didn’t owe her my life story.“The article I read made the proposal sound amazing, like something out of a fairy tale,” Manning said. She smoothed her shoulder-length hair back behind one ear and it stayed put, because it was straight as a board. My own curls would never have behaved that well.I fought the urge to sigh. If you’re a cop and a woman, never date a celebrity; it ruins your reputation for being a hardass. I was a U.S. Marshal, but ever since we’d gone public with our engagement I’d become Jean-Claude’s fiancée, not Marshal Blake, to most of the women I met, and a lot of the men. I’d really had hopes that the FBI would be above such things in the middle of crime-fighting, but apparently not.The real problem for me was that the story we told publicly was both true and a lie. Jean-Claude had done the big gesture, but only after he’d proposed in the middle of shower sex. It had been spontaneous and wonderful and messy, and very real. I’d said yes, which had surprised him, and me. I’d figured I just wasn’t the marrying kind of girl. He’d told me then that we’d need to do something to live up to his reputation for the media and the other vampires. They expected their king/president to have a certain flair, and the real proposal was too mundane. I hadn’t understood that flair would include a horse-drawn carriage—yeah, you heard me; he’d actually picked me up in a freaking horse-drawn carriage. If I hadn’t already said yes, and loved him to pieces, I’d have told him not only no, but hell no. Only true love had gotten me to play along with a proposal so grand that trying to imagine a wedding that topped it sort of scared me.“Oh, yeah, Anita is all into that princess stuff, aren’t you, Anita?” Zerbrowski called from the chair he was half-tipping against the wall. He looked like he’d slept in his suit, complete with a stain on his crooked tie. I knew he’d left his home freshly washed and tidy, but he was like Pig-Pen from the Peanuts comic: Dirt and mess just seemed to be attracted to him within minutes of his walking out of his house. His salt-and-pepper hair was getting more salt and less pepper, and had grown out enough to be all messy curls, which he kept running his hands through. Only his silver-framed glasses were clean, square and gleaming around his brown eyes.“Yeah, I’m all about that princess shit, Zerbrowski,” I said.Agent Manning frowned at both of us. “I’m getting the idea that I stepped in something. I was just trying to be friendly.”“No, you were wanting the princess to talk about how wonderful the prince is, and how he swept her off her feet,” Zerbrowski said, “but Anita is going to disappoint you like she’s disappointed the last dozen women to ask questions about the big romantic gesture.”I wanted to say, it wasn’t a big romantic gesture, it was a freaking epic romantic gesture and I had hated it. Jean-Claude had loved being able to finally pull out all the stops and just do what, apparently, he’d wanted to do for years while we dated—the whole princely sweep-you-off-your-feet shit. I liked to keep my feet firmly on the ground unless sex was involved, and you can’t really have sex in a horse-drawn carriage; it scares the horses. No, we didn’t try, because we were on freaking camera the whole time. Apparently, there are now engagement coordinators just like there are wedding coordinators, so of course we had a videographer. It had been all I could do to keep from scowling through all of it, so I’d smiled for the camera and so I wouldn’t hurt Jean-Claude’s feelings, but it’s not my real smile, and my eyes in a few frames have that “wait until we’re alone, mister, we are so talking about this” look.I decided to appeal to Manning’s sisterhood of the badge and said, “Sorry, Agent Manning, but ever since the story went live I’m getting treated more like Jean-Claude’s girlfriend than a marshal, and it’s really beginning to bug me.”Her face went serious. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t thought about it like that. Years of being one of the guys and building your rep, and I ask you about your engagement first thing.”“I’ve never seen my partner be so girly about anything as meeting you today, Marshal Blake,” Brent said as he unbent from hunching over the computer. He smiled and it made him look even younger. He seemed fresh-faced and less jaded than the rest of us. Ah, to be bright and shiny again, when you thought you could actually win the fight against evil.Manning looked embarrassed, which isn’t something you see often in FBI agents, especially not when you’ve just met them.“Knock it off, Brent,” she said.He grinned at all of us. “It’s just that we’ve worked together for two years, and I’ve never seen you squee over anything.”“It’s the horse-drawn carriage,” Zerbrowski said. “Chicks dig that kind of shit.”“Not this chick,” I said, quietly under my breath.“What did you say?” Manning asked.“Nothing. Is the video ready, Agent Brent?” I asked, hopeful we could actually do our jobs and leave my personal life out of it.“Yes,” he said, but then his smile faded around the edges, and I saw the beginnings of the bright and shiny rubbing off. “Though after you see it we may all be game to talk about carriages and pretty, pretty princesses.”It was another first, an FBI agent admitting that something bothered him. For them to admit it out loud, it had to be bad. I suddenly didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to add another nightmare to the visuals I had in my head. I was a legal vampire executioner and raised zombies as my psychic talent; I had plenty of scary shit in my head and I so didn’t need more, but I stayed in my chair. If Manning and Brent were tough enough to watch it multiple times, I could sit through it once. I couldn’t let the other badges think that getting proposed to by the vampire of my dreams made me one bit less tough. I couldn’t let myself believe it, either, though a part of me did. How could someone who let a man lead her into a Cinderella carriage carry a gun and execute bad guys? It made even my head hurt, thinking about it.Zerbrowski said what I was thinking. “I thought the Feds never admitted anything bothered them.”Agent Brent shook his head and looked tired. Lines showed around his eyes that I hadn’t seen before and made me add between three to five years onto his age. “I’ve worked in law enforcement for six years. I’d thought I’d seen it all, until this.”I did the math in my head and realized he had to be nearly thirty, which was how old I was, but I’d used up my shininess years ago.“I thought this was just another big bad preternatural citizen gone wrong,” I said.“Not exactly,” he said.“I don’t like mysteries, Agent Brent. I’m only here on this little information out of courtesy to the FBI, and because Lieutenant Storr requested it.”“We appreciate that, Marshal, and we wouldn’t have had you walk into this blind if we didn’t feel that the fewer people who know the details, the better off we’re going to be,” Brent said.“Awesome,” I said, “but the foreplay is getting a little tiresome; there’s no one in the room but the four of us, so what is on the video?”“Are you always this cranky?” Manning asked.Zerbrowski laughed out loud and didn’t even try to hold it in. “Oh, Agent Manning, this isn’t even close to cranky for my partner.”“We heard that about her, and you’re right, Blake. I did come in here expecting the proposal to have softened that reputation. I didn’t think I had that much girl left in me, and if I’m assuming that it softened you up, then your male colleagues must be making your life . . . difficult.”It was my turn to laugh. “That’s one way of putting it, but honestly it’s the whole engaged-to-a-vampire thing that’s making some of my fellow officers doubt whose side I’m on.”“Vampires are legal citizens now, with all the rights that entails,” she said.“Legally, yeah, but prejudice doesn’t go away just because a law changes.”“You’re right about that,” she said. “In fact, some at the bureau thought we shouldn’t include you in this case because of your proclivity to date the preternatural.”“Proclivity, that’s polite; so what made you decide to trust me?”“You still have the highest kill count of any vampire executioner in the United States, and only Denis-Luc St. John has more rogue lycanthrope kills than you.”“He raises Troll-Hounds; they’re the only breed of dog ever raised specifically to hunt supernatural prey. It makes him the king of tracking through wilderness areas, after shapeshifters.”“Are you implying that the dogs make him better at the job, or that he’s somehow cheating by using them?” she asked.I shrugged. “Neither, just a statement of fact.”“Now that Anita has passed muster, and I’m included because I’m her friend, show us some skin, agents, or stop teasing,” Zerbrowski said.“Oh, you’ll see skin,” Brent said, and he looked older again, as if this case in particular were rubbing the shine away.“What the hell is on the video, Agent Brent?” I asked.“Zombie porn,” Brent said, and hit the arrow in the middle of the screen.

Editorial Reviews

“If you’re looking for a sex-positive, kick-ass female protagonist in a novel filled with sexy supernatural monsters, then Dead Ice may well be your thing...Laurell K. Hamilton continues to be the master of this most unusual of genres.”—Starburst   “An absorbing plot and a tantalizing mystery.”—St. Louis Post-Dispatch   “Her descriptive prose is gritty and raw, with a mosaic of humor and horror to tell this complex, well-detailed story.”—Library Journal   “Offers the necromancy, mystery, and romance of classic Anita Blake.”—All Things Urban Fantasy