An Easy Death: Volume 1 by Charlaine Harris (English) Paperback Book

Description: An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris From the beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series, the inspiration for HBOs 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, theyre 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--theyre set on by enemies. Its 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 youll love" (Lee Child, #1 New York Times bestselling author), An Easy Death is a fast-paced thriller of the highest order. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography 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. Theyre 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. Review A Time Magazine Top Ten Best Fantasy Book of 2018 Review Quote "When a master of her craft offers to tell you a story, let her. The results are dazzling." Excerpt from Book An Easy Death 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 didnt have to be at Martins 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 Id watched her trim her husbands hair and beard as he sat on a stool outside their cabin. Shed done a good job. She sang as she worked, in her sweet, high voice, and she told me about her youngest ones adventures with a frog in the creek. When she was halfway done, she said, "Why you want to cut all this off? Its 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 wont get all red and tender," Chrissie said. "You want it so short I think the sun might get your scalp." "Ill take care," I said, holding up the only little mirror Chrissie had. I could see part of my head at a time. Shed washed it, so my hair was wet. I thought it was about an inch long. Looked like the curl was gone, but I wouldnt know until it dried. "You heading out soon? I saw them farmers at Martins place, when I was coming back from the store." Chrissies trousers had long tendrils of dark hair all over em now. Shed have to brush em. "Yeah, were leaving as soon as its near dark." "Aint 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. "Youll 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? 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 theyre not real Mexicans, and their land is forfeit." Chrissie looked even dimmer. "Their land is getting taken. So if theyve 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 youd 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 Id ever seen her cut anyones hair besides Nortons. "I forgot you dont like them grigoris." No. I did not like magicians. "Tarken know youre 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 doesnt have a say in my hair. Dont you go telling." "Hell see it this afternoon." "Yeah, its a surprise," I said. Chrissie gave me one of those looks that reminded me she was older than I was. "He aint gonna like it, Lizbeth." I raised up my shoulders, very carefully, because I didnt want to jolt her hand. "Not his head," I said, and that was the truth. But it was also true that hed 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 all over--God knows how--I paid her. She gave me a big smile before she carried the chair inside. She came back out to pump some water to wash her hands, and put some in a bucket to toss around, trying to spread out the long, dark hair that lay in a heap where the chair had stood. I gave her a hand. When the dirt didnt look like the sky had snowed black ringlets, I went uphill to my place. Getting ready to leave didnt take long. We should only be gone maybe three nights, at most. And we might even spring for a room in one of the hotels in Corbin . . . providing Tarken was speaking to me by then. Wed get the farmers up to their waiting family, then wed come right home. It was the most common run we made, and Martin and Tarken had cleared a road to there, mostly on an old paved one. Theyd moved all the big rocks and trees, scouted out the likely ambush sites, and so on. Corbin was over the border in New America, which was where almost all our cargo was bound. It was a bustling town with a number of places to stay, a garage for cars, a stable for horses, a post office, a good general store. Id worked for Tarken for two years now, maybe a bit over, and hed been my man for four months. The first time we went to bed, he told me hed been waiting until I was old enough. I hadnt even realized he was looking at me. Im slow that way. But Im quick with a gun, thats what counts. I would never have known I had a talent if my stepfather, Jackson, hadnt taken me hunting with him when I was little. Jackson had seen me snatch a fly out of the air, he told me later, and hed thought I had the quick hands and the instincts you needed to be a gunnie. Jackson was right. The first time I held a rifle in my hands, I knew Id found my calling. My mother didnt like it, of course, but at least I could support myself--and be out in the open--doing something useful. People need protection. I stuck a pair of pants and a shirt into my small leather bag, a pair of underpants, my toothbrush, and a comb. Packing was done. Id fill my canteens before I left. Next I cleaned my old 1873 Winchester, a lever action and a great rifle. It had been my grandfathers. Hed called it Jackhammer, so I did, too. Jackson had given me matched Colt 1911s for close work, and those were already clean after my last target-shooting session out in the empty land around Segundo Mexia. I could fire twenty-seven bullets with all three, had extra magazines ready for the Colts. If I couldnt bring our enemies down with that much firepower, our enemies had an army. Galilee would bring her rifle, a Krag, since she was better at long shooting. Id use the Winchester for the nearer work. She and Martin and Tarken all had pistols, too, though Tarkens was less than a great tool. Our truck and our firepower had worked for two years. Wed made this same run often. Winchester in its sling over my back, pistols in their holsters and ready to go, two full canteens on one shoulder, my little leather bag with clothes and extra ammo on another; I was ready. I set off down the path to town. People were coming home from work, and Chrissie was cooking on a grill outside her cabin, the smoke rising up and the smell of meat giving the air a nice tang. "Good shooting!" she called in her soft voice. I nodded. I passed Rex Santino. "Easy death," he said in his gruff way. Thats what people wished gunnies. It made me feel good. I nodded back at him. I didnt want to walk down Main Street. There were too many people. One of them was my mother, who lived with Jackson in a real nice house just off Main. She didnt like to see me leave on a job. That weakened me, too. I took a roundabout way to Martins house, which was situated in a bare dirt lot on the last street north in Segundo Mexia. Martins chickens squawked in their pen as I came into the yard. He was strewing feed and smiling, just a little. He sure liked those stupid chickens. His neighbors kids would come in to feed them while Martin was gone, in exchange for eggs. We do a lot of barter in Segundo Mexia. The setting sun struck Martins head with a golden glow. For the first time I noticed that his light hair had a lot of gray sprinkled in. I would pick my time to tease him about it. Galilee wasnt there yet. Tarken was putting the cans of extra gas on the bed of the truck, and he gave me a sideways smile, which froze when he realized my hair was gone. After a minute he closed his eyes, shook his head, and started back to working. Id hear about this later. I smiled. It was going to be fun. Most of the cargo was sitting on the dirt of the yard or on Martins front porch. Two of the children were playing a game of hopscotch on the grid theyd drawn in the dirt. I nodded in their direction. I would talk to them when I couldnt dodge it. The sky went lower, the people on the porch shared out food among themselves, and I went into Martins kitchen and ate some bread and some dried fruit. I couldnt handle meat before a job. Galilee came in to sit with me, her Krag under her arm. She had on a gun belt with one pistol, maybe not as fine as my Colts--but the Colts were courtesy of Jackson, so I didnt crow about them . . . much. Her hair stood out from her head like a huge black puff, and she was very skinny and dark. "My friend, you look a sight," she said when she got a good look at me. "Yeah. Like it?" "Hell, no. You had the prettiest white-person ha Details ISBN198214467X Author Charlaine Harris Pages 336 Series Gunnie Rose Language English Year 2020 ISBN-10 198214467X ISBN-13 9781982144678 Format Paperback Publication Date 2020-05-05 DEWEY 813/.54 Series Number 1 Audience General/Trade Publisher Gallery / Saga Press Imprint Gallery / Saga Press Subtitle Volume 1 UK Release Date 2020-05-05 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137981212;

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