"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 09 - Obsidian Butterfly" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

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EPILOGUE

Laurell K. Hamilton
Obsidian Butterfly

1

I WAS COVERED in blood, but it wasn't mine, so it was okay. Not only was it
not my blood, but it was all animal blood. If the worst casualties of the
night were six chickens and a goat, I could live with it, and so could
everyone else. I'd raised seven corpses in one night. It was a record even for
me.
I pulled into my driveway at a quarter 'til dawn with the sky still dark
and star-filled. I left the Jeep in the driveway, too tired to mess with the
garage. It was May, but it felt like April. Spring in St. Louis was usually a
two-day event between the end of winter and the beginning of summer. One day
you were freezing your ass off and the next day it'd be eighty plus. But this
year it had been spring, a wet gentle spring.
Except for the high number of zombies I'd raised, it had been a typical
night. Everything from raising a civil war soldier for a local historical
society to question, a will that needed a final signature, to a son's last
confrontation with his abusive mother. I'd been neck deep in lawyers and
therapists most of the night. If I heard, "How does that make you feel,