Ivy Granger takes on a simple grave robbing case, but in Harborsmouth nothing is ever simple when dealing with the dead.
Grave robbing is Harborsmouth's second best-kept secret. The first is the existence of supernatural creatures that live alongside the city's humans. In fact, the dirtiest little secret of all might be the truth behind most of those empty graves.
Most supernaturals eke out a pretty mundane existence. Nobody wants a return to the Burning Times. Well, nobody sane.
The creature that was stealing the more odoriferous of Harborsmouth's citizens from their graves had to be crazy. Sir Gaius, ruler of the local vamps, owned the harvesting rights to every corpse buried within the city limits. No one touched the vampire master of the city's property without permission and lived to scream about it--until now.
Blood Rite is the sixth novel in the award-winning Ivy Granger urban fantasy series by E.J. Stevens. The world of Ivy Granger, including the Ivy Granger, Psychic Detective series and the Hunters' Guild series, is filled with bloodsucking vampires, psychotic faeries, and snarky, kick-butt heroines.
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I glanced over to where Sparky snored, curled up in the dog bed beside our tattered sofa. It was hard to believe he’d only come into my life mere months ago.
Our family had grown. That scared me. Having so much to live for also meant that I had more to lose. The possibility of threats to Jinx, Ceff, Sparky, Hob, Marvin, Forneus, Galliel, Father Michael, Humphrey, Torn, Midnight, and especially Kaye now that my witch friend was vulnerable, kept me on high alert. I couldn’t let them get hurt again. And I sure as hell couldn’t lose them, any of them, ever.
But after weeks of jumping at shadows, and months of running emergency drills and implementing new security plans, I’d relaxed my guard. I’d let myself be lulled by the new peaceful state of my city and the growing sense of contentment that came with the bonds of friendship, the bloodshed of allies, and the blossoming of a love so true it made my head spin and lips tingle.
I’d started to focus on existing problems—solving cases, rebuilding The Emporium, fixing the hole Humphrey had put in our roof, and, Oberon help me, wedding planning—rather than worrying about the unknown. I’d stopped expecting new monsters to threaten our city and chewed on strategies to negotiate with the devils I knew. Heck, I even started thinking of some of my old enemies as, well, maybe not friends but potential allies.
In other words, I was a fool.
Already translated. Translated by Cécile Bénédic