But rural northern Louisiana wasn’t too tempting to vampires, apparently; on the other hand, New Orleans was a real center for them—the whole Anne Rice thing, right? He seemed lost in thought, and I had a chance to give him a good once-over before he looked up. He had thick brown hair, combed straight back and brushing his collar, and his long sideburns seemed curiously old-fashioned. All my happiness deflated, though I could feel the smile still straining my lips.
For one thing, I knew they’d been in jail, though I didn’t know why.But as a made vampire, Ty can't procreate--and Lil will settle for nothing less.Luckily, between "vampifying" Francis and helping Ty solve his murder mystery, Lil has no time for silly romantic entanglements ... A vivacious vampire with a flair for accessorizing, Lil Marchette is unlike most of her kind.Sookie Stackhouse is just a small-time cocktail waitress in small-town Bon Temps, Louisiana. He’s tall, dark, handsome—and Sookie can’t hear a word he’s thinking.She's quiet, doesn't get out much, and tends to mind her own business—except when it comes to her “disability.” Sookie can read minds. He’s exactly the type of guy she’s been waiting for all her life...The politically correct theory, the one the vamps themselves publicly backed, had it that this guy was the victim of a virus that left him apparently dead for a couple of days and thereafter allergic to sunlight, silver, and garlic. His nose swooped down right out of that arch, like a prince’s in a Byzantine mosaic. He was there almost every night, he and his wife Denise. They’d done their best to make me miserable since they’d moved into the rent trailer at Four Tracks Corner.