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Authors: Charlaine Harris
(LB2) Shakespeare's Landlord
| (LB2) Shakespeare's Landlord |
| Harris, Charlaine |
| Penguin (1996) |
Bard is a loner. Fiercely protective of her independence, she
concentrates on her karate skills and her work as the proprietor of a
cleaning and errand-running service, and pays little attention to the
town around her. When her landlord is murdered, though, she looks like
the prime suspect. Uncovering the real killer may be the only way to
prove her innocence, and Lily realizes that she must focus on the other
residents of tiny Shakespeare. Her job gives her easy access to people's
private lives, and she begins to snoop, finding plenty of
skeleton-filled closets, and exposing herself to the unwanted attentions
of a murderer.
| (LB2) Shakespeare's Landlord |
| Harris, Charlaine |
| Penguin (1996) |
Lily Bard is a loner. Fiercely protective of her independence, she concentrates on her karate skills and her work as the proprietor of a cleaning and errand-running service, and pays little attention to the town around her. When her landlord is murdered, though, she looks like the prime suspect. Uncovering the real killer may be the only way to prove her innocence, and Lily realizes that she must focus on the other residents of tiny Shakespeare. Her job gives her easy access to people's private lives, and she begins to snoop, finding plenty of skeleton-filled closets, and exposing herself to the unwanted attentions of a murderer.
LILY BARD IS
“…one of the best-drawn and most compelling
characters in contemporary mystery fiction—
complex, smart, streetwise, tough.”
—
Booklist
PRAISE FOR
SHAKESPEARE’S LANDLORD
“Gripping. Harris, known for her series featuring Aurora Teagarden, takes a dark turn here, and it pays off…All in all, a fine effort from Harris.”
—Albuquerque Journal
“Harris has done an incredible job launching her new character. The author wisely makes Lily’s past as much a part of the mystery as the murder investigation. A well-constructed psychological study that moves at a steady pace.”
—Fort Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel
“A satisfying introduction to a fascinating, complex set of characters. Just keep ’em coming.”
—Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
“Harris’s finely tuned, colorful, and suspenseful tale, filled with vigorous and unique characters, will leave readers hoping it’s the start of a series.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Lily is as human and likeable as her new town. This is a sparkling series debut.”
—Tulsa World
“Harris writes about Lily with a quiet compassion that is compelling. A fine writer has written her best book yet.”
—The Dead Beat
“Harris has created an intriguing new character in this solidly plotted story.”
—Booklist
“Riveting…Lily’s triumphant progress from scarred loner to fierce fighter is very rewarding. Bravo, Ms. Harris!”
—Pen & Dagger
“Lily’s an ingratiating heroine, and the author’s easy style makes this one an engaging breeze.”
—
Kirkus Reviews
“The charm of this book lies not in the plot but in its characters, particularly enigmatic Lily whose unfolding history will draw you in.”
—
The Poisoned Pen
“Low-key and entertaining…exactly what you need from a mystery.”
—
Seventeen
PRAISE FOR
SHAKESPEARE’S COUNSELOR
“Solid, clever, and quick.”
—
Library Journal
“The best work in this fine series…The mystery is loaded with red herrings that hide the villain in plain sight so that the audience is stunned when the culprit is revealed.”
—BookBrowser
PRAISE FOR
SHAKESPEARE’S TROLLOP
“Lily is a terrific character with dark shadings and stark fears…A supporting cast of quirky characters fully rendered in quick strokes will hold readers as surely as the complex resolution in this cozy on the bleeding edge of noir.”
—Booklist
“An ending that will take everyone by surprise…an extremely compelling read.”
—
Romantic Times
“Solid entertainment.”
—
Library Journal
“An exciting amateur sleuth.”
—
Midwest Book Review
PRAISE FOR THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE SERIES BY
CHARLAINE HARRIS
“The goofy charm of Harris’s world, with its humor and occasional terror, is what makes
Dead Until Dark
so delightful.”
—
The Denver Post
“Harris brings off this blend of mystery and vampires better than most.”
—
San Francisco Chronicle
“Fans will appreciate this endearing protagonist who combines vulnerability with a steely spine (kind of a supernatural Steel Magnolia)…[and] will enjoy this offbeat read that combines elements of several genres to ensure that the world of Charlaine Harris seems real, one bite at a time.”
—Midwest Book Review
“A fun, fast, funny, and wonderfully intriguing blend of vampire and mystery that’s hard to put down, and should not be missed.”
—
Susan Sizemore, author of Laws of the Blood
“A genre mix refreshingly free of the expected tropes.”
—Locus
“Fans of Laurell Hamilton’s Anita Blake looking for a lighter version of the vampire huntress should cotton to Sookie Stackhouse…Consistent, well-built characters and a strong, action-packed plot that will keep readers guessing to the end distinguish this frothy fusion of romance, mystery, and fantasy.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Gripping and spicy.”
—Booklist
“Delivered in well-written, fast-paced Southern twang that will keep you turning the pages.”
—Cemetery Dance
“Highly original, extraordinarily riveting, erotic, and exotic…Charlaine Harris weaves storytelling magic in a tale of vampires and small town Louisiana.”
—Lynn Hightower
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Shakespeare’s Landlord
Charlaine Harris
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For all my fellow inmates
in Doctor Than’s House of Pain:
especially Martha, John, and Wayne
Contents
Chapter 1
I GATHERED MYSELF, MY BARE FEET GRIPPING THE
wooden floor, my thigh muscles braced for the attack. I stepped forward on the ball of my left foot, pivoting as I moved, and my right leg swung up, bent at the knee. My foot lashed out, returned instantly. The black Everlast punching bag rocked on its chain.
My right foot touched down, and I pivoted lightly on the ball of that foot, my body oriented this time facing the bag. My left leg came forward to deliver a longer, harder, thrusting mae geri. I continued the kicking, the pivoting, alternating the side kicks with the front kicks, practicing my weaker back kicks, my breathing growing deeper but never losing its rhythm—exploding out with the kick, coming in deep with the retraction.
The bag danced on the end of its chain, swinging back and forth, requiring more and more concentration on my part to plant the next kick accurately. I was tiring.
Finally, I lashed out with my stronger right leg, using all my power, dodged the backswing, and struck seiken, my hand in a smooth line with my arm, my knuckles driving into the bag.
I had finished my exercise. Automatically, I bowed, as I would have if I’d had a live sparring partner, and shook my head in disgust at my own foolishness. I reached for the towel hanging on its appointed hook by the doorknob. As I patted my face, I wondered whether my workout had been enough; if I took a shower now and got in bed, would I sleep? It was worth a try.
I washed my hair, soaped and rinsed, and was out within five minutes. After I dried myself, I put mousse on my hair and stood before the mirror to fluff it out with my fingers and a pick; I had tucked the towel around me so I couldn’t see my chest in the mirror.
My hair is short and light blond now. One of my few extravagances is getting it colored, permed, and cut at Terra Ann’s, the fanciest hairdressing salon in Shakespeare. Some of my employers get their hair done there; they never know quite what to say when they see me.
Most bodybuilders consider a deep tan part of their regimen, but I’m pale. The scarring doesn’t stand out so much that way. But I do get rid of excess hair; I pluck every stray eyebrow, and my legs and armpits are shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom.
Once upon a time, years ago, I thought I was pretty. My sister, Varena, and I had the usual rivalry going, and I remember deciding my eyes were bigger and a lighter blue than hers, my nose was straighter and thinner, and my lips were fuller. Her chin was better—neat and determined. Mine is round. I haven’t seen Varena in three years now. Probably she is the pretty one. Though my face hasn’t changed, my mind has. The workings of the mind look out through the face and alter it.
