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Editorial Reviews. Review. ‘Dump Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight books and replace them with the Fade Out: The Morganville Vampires by [Caine, Rachel]. The Morganville Vampires Book Seven. As if life as a student wasn’t complicated enough, Claire just happens to live in a town run by vampires. – Buy Fade Out: The Morganville Vampires book online at best prices in India on Read Fade Out: The Morganville Vampires book reviews.

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Rachel Caine is the author of more than twenty novels, including the “Weather Warden” series. She was born at White Sands Missile Range, which people who know her say explains a lot.

She has been an accountant, a professional musician, and an insurance investigator, and still carries on a secret identity in the corporate world. She and her husband, fantasy artist R. So, you’re new to Fare. There are only a few important rules you need to know to feel comfortable in our quiet little town:. Obey the speed limits. Whatever you do, don’t get on the bad side of the vampires. As a norganville newcomer, you’ll need to find yourself a vampire Protector—someone willing to sign a contract to keep you and yours safe from harm especially from the other vampires.

In return, you’ll pay taxes…; just like in any other town. Of course, in most other towns, those taxes don’t get collected at the blood bank. Oh, and if you decide not to get a Protector, you can do that, too…; but you’d better morgwnville how to run fast, stay out of the shadows, and build a network of friends who can help you. They know their way around, even if they always end up in the middle of the trouble somehow. Eve Rosser’s high-pitched scream rang out through the entire house, bouncing off every wall, and, like a Taser applied to the spine, it brought Claire out of a pleasant, drowsy cuddle with her boyfriend.

Mortal danger was nothing new around their unofficial four-person frat house. In fact, mortal danger didn’t even merit a full-fledged scream these days.

More of a raised eyebrow. Was there a sale at Morbid R Us and nobody told her? Claire smacked him on the arm, but only out of reflex; she was already heading for the hallway, where the scream echoed loudest. She would have moved faster, but there wasn’t panic in that scream after all.

In the hallway, their roommate Eve was having a total fit—screaming, bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny. It was made especially strange by her outfit: She’d worn her hair in pigtails today, and they whipped wildly around as she jumped and spun and did a wiggling victory dance. Claire and Shane stood without saying a word, and then exchanged a look. Shane silently raised a finger and made a slow circle at his temple.

The screaming dissolved into excited little yips, and Eve stopped randomly bouncing around. Instead, she bounced directly at them, waving a piece of paper with so much enthusiasm that Claire was lucky to be able to tell it was a piece of paper. This would never have happened in the old Morganville.

Eve stopped bouncing and grabbed Claire’s hands, crushing the paper in the process. From the jittery pulse of her muscles, she still wanted to jump, but she was making a great effort not to. She tried to say something, but she fde couldn’t. It came out as a squeal that only a dolphin would have been able to interpret.


Claire sighed and took the paper from Eve’s hand, smoothed it out, and read it aloud. We are very pleased to offer you the role of Blanche DuBois—”. She was interrupted by more bouncing ojt screaming. Defeated, Claire read the rest silently and handed it on to Shane. Since I was twelve.

Eve leveled a black-nailed finger in his direction. I got the part of Blanche. Do you know how wicked huge that is? He actually sounded like he meant it, to Claire’s ears at least, and she was pretty sure he really did. He and Eve yanked each other’s chains hard enough to leave marks, but they really did care. Of course, Shane was a guy, and he couldn’t leave it at that, so he continued.

If they picked you, they’ll love my Marlon Brando impression. He sounds like your Adam Sandler.

Fade Out: The Morganville Vampires Series, Book 7

Which is also terrible, by the way. Eve excited was quite a show. On the back was a neatly printed schedule of what looked like an awful lot of dates and times. I’m going to have to switch shifts for some of these. She hustled off, frowning at the paper, and Claire sighed and leaned her back against one wall of the hallway while Shane took the other. He raised his eyebrows. They like a good play, although they’re usually not so hot on the musicals. That made Claire smile and tingle in deep, secret places.

Shane pushed off and crossed korganville distance fast, pinning her in place with his hands flat against oit wall on either side of her. Then he bent his elbows and leaned in and kissed her. The warmth spread from his lips to hers, then out in a rushing summer heat that moved over her entire body in a wave, and left her feeling as if she were glowing inside.

It went on a long time, that kiss. She finally put her palms flat against his chest with a wordless and mostly weak sound of pleading. I just needed something to get me through another eight hours of the exciting world of food service.

morganvikle He got all the barbecue he wanted, which meant a lot of free brisket and ham and morgamville for the rest of them when he carted home a goody bag. The job also brought decent money, according to Shane, and as a plus, he got to use a sharp knife most of the day, carving meats.

Apparently that was cool. He and some of the other guys practiced throwing them at targets in the back when the boss wasn’t looking.

Claire kissed him on the nose. I’ve had enough chili dogs this week to last me a lifetime. The smile faded as he said very seriously, “You be careful.

Claire’s job was lab assistant to a vampire mad scientist, which never made sense when she thought of it that way, but it was still accurate. She hadn’t meant to become Morganivlle to Myrnin’s Frankenstein, but she supposed at least it was a paying, steady job.

She’d been on job leave, with permission, for a couple of months while the vampires got themselves back together and fixed the damage that had been done—at least the physical damage—by the tornado that ripped through town. Or by the vampire war that had burned down part of it. Or by the rioting by the human population, which had left some scars. Come to think of it, the construction was going pretty well, all things considered.


So she hadn’t been to the lab for a while—today was, in Myrnin’s words from his note, the “grand reopening. The alley next to the Day House—a virtually identical twin to the Glass House where Claire lived, only with different curtains and nicer porch furniture—looked the same.

The Day House was a shining white Victorian structure, and the alley was narrow, dark, and seemed to get narrower as you went along, like a funnel. The shack at the end of the alley—a leaning, faded wreck, tired and abandoned—didn’t look any different, although there was a shiny new lock on the door. Myrnin had forgotten to give her a key, of course. That didn’t present much of a problem, though; she tested a couple of boards and found one that easily slid aside enough for her to crawl through.

Inside, most of the space was taken up by a set of stairs that went down, like a subway station. There was a bright glow coming up from it.

The last time she’d been here, it had been totally destroyed, with hardly a stick of furniture or a piece of glass left intact. Someone—most likely Myrnin himself—had gotten busy with a broom and maybe a dump truck to sweep out the mounds of shattered glass, scrapped lab equipment, broken furniture, and worst of all, to Claire’s mind ravaged books. The place had always had morganvil,e mad scientist—meets—Jules Verne flair to it, but now it really did—in a totally good way.

There were new worktables, many of them wood and lut, and a few shiny metal ones. The floor was still old flagstone, but the hole Myrnin had punched in it the last time she’d been here had also been repaired, or at least covered with a rug. She hoped there was something under morvanville rug, but with Myrnin, you really could never tell. She made a mental note to poke it before she stepped on it. Myrnin himself was shelving things in a new bookcase that must have been ten feet tall, at least.

It came fafe its own little rolling ladder—no, as Claire looked around, she realized that the entire room was surrounded by the same tall bookcases, and the ladder was on a metal rail so it could slide all around. Myrnin wasn’t especially tall, but he oyt just…; strangely cool.

Long, curling, lush black hair that fell to his shoulders. Big, expressive dark eyes and full lips.

Fade Out (The Morganville Vampires, #7) by Rachel Caine

If the lab was neater, so was Myrnin. He was still favoring old-timey clothes, so the coat was black velvet, and flared out and down to his knees. The ensemble also included a white shirt, bright blue vest, a pocket watch chain gleaming against the tight black satin pants, and….

Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he’d do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just morgnaville weirded-out she was. I’m surprised you didn’t get the ones with fangs,” she said, and scanned the room.