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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Blood Games about Garreth, Blood, Mikaelian with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
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conversations.value: If you're a vampire, please pay close attention. Do you find your immortal life increasingly burdened with the effort of keeping up false appearances? If so, you're not alone. Garreth Mikaelian, a sleuthing vampire, knows how you feel in his third (and tedious) mystery (after Blood Hunt and Bloodlines). He's only been a vampire for 15 years and already it's evident he's unlike his fellow humans. They grow older, while he stays young. His own son looks more like a twin brother every day. The time is coming, his vampire-friendly advisers warn, when he'll have to abandon his old life. Meanwhile, he's still a Kansas cop and on the trail of an albino psycho whose victims include Garreth's partner and sometime lover. Complicating the chase is the possibility that the vicious killer may be a vampire. An indiscreet vampire is a threat to all vampires. Garreth must determine whether to kill him if he is or jail him if he is not. So begins an interminable manhunt. But then just about everything in this novel is interminable. As the popularity of Anne Rice's novels (or on the cult level of such films as Near Dark and Innocent Blood) shows, there's always room for another original take on the vampire theme. Unfortunately, the author has nothing new or imaginative to offer. Her vampires are a boring lot without a good scare in any of them. (June)paperback, BloodWalk.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: (June)paperback, BloodWalk. Do you find your immortal life increasingly burdened with the effort of keeping up false appearances? If so, you're not alone. Garreth Mikaelian, a sleuthing vampire, knows how you feel in his third (and tedious) mystery (after Blood Hunt and Bloodlines). He's only been a vampire for 15 years and already it's evident he's unlike his fellow humans. They grow older, while he stays young. His own son looks more like a twin brother every day. The time is coming, his vampire-friendly advisers warn, when he'll have to abandon his old life. Meanwhile, he's still a Kansas cop and on the trail of an albino psycho whose victims include Garreth's partner and sometime lover. Complicating the chase is the possibility that the vicious killer may be a vampire. An indiscreet vampire is a threat to all vampires. Garreth must determine whether to kill him if he is or jail him if he is not. So begins an interminable manhunt. But then just about everything in this novel is interminable. As the popularity of Anne Rice's novels (or on the cult level of such films as Near Dark and Innocent Blood) shows, there's always room for another original take on the vampire theme. Unfortunately, the author has nothing new or imaginative to offer. Her vampires are a boring lot without a good scare in any of them.If you're a vampire, please pay close attention.
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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Helen, College, Cora with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Blood Games'
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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Garreth, Blood, Mikaelian
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conversations.value: Blood Games (film): After 'Babe & The Ball Girls', a team of female softball players, trounces the local team, their travel bus breaks down in the woods.\nAttempting to hike to safety, they end up getting lost and the group is set upon by disgruntled fans of the losing team.\nThey are beaten, raped and some murdered.\nThey desperately fight back with baseball bats and guns.
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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Blood Games
  He stood beside me as cameras flashed, a man with a long and lean body, deeply green eyes, and golden hair. He wore shorts, sneakers, and a long-sleeved shirt that snugged against the tight muscles of his torso. His hair, which normally brushed his shoulders, was pulled back in a queue, and around his neck glinted the silver pendant that marked him as a Cadogan vampire.
  Even in running shoes, hands on his hips as he stood beneath the yellow arch that marked the starting line, a clock counting down to zero a few feet away, his Masterdom was undeniable. He looked nothing less than a leader of his people.
  He glanced at me, an eyebrow arched in his usual imperious expression. "Sentinel. You appear to be enjoying this a little too much."
  I pulled my long dark hair into a ponytail using the elastic on my wrist, my long bangs across my forehead. I was also dressed in running attire—a Cadogan House Track shirt, midcalf running tights, and shoes in eye-searing neon orange that made me smile when I looked at them. But the apparel wasn't just fun; it was functional. It had to be if I was going to achieve my goal: beating Ethan Sullivan to the finish line.
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conversations.value: Silence. "Perhaps you're right," he said, his voice growing thicker, his words slower. "But the past is immutable. Only the future can be written."
  The shutters closed over the windows, and the sun rose again, as it always did. And we fell into slumber beside each other with nothing else resolved.
  Ethan was gone when I rose, the remains of breakfast on the tray Margot usually left by the door at sunset. An empty bottle of blood, crumbs from a croissant. He'd left me a second bottle and pastry, and a trio of lusciously red strawberries that made me glad spring was on its way.
  On the other hand, reading through the story, it looked like the reporter hadn't yet made the connection between the sword and pentacle murders. Not that several cops, an Ombudsman, two vamps, a sorcerer, and a shifter had made the connection, either. It took a sorceress with a love of all things weird and witchy.
  Mallory had worked her particular magic. YOU'RE LUCKY, she'd said. THE MAGIC SHOPPE HAS OVERNIGHT INVENTORY TONIGHT; THEY'LL BE EXPECTING US.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: A finger touched a sharp edge, and I glanced behind me. A small white card and envelope was propped on a blue velvet pillow on the bed. Grinning, I snatched it up and slid the card from the envelope, expecting to read words of love or seduction.
  But it was neither. The card was handwritten, the ink a deep scarlet, the script small, neat, and slanted.
  My hand shook, and breath escaped me. I didn't know I'd dropped the card, or that Ethan had moved closer, until he'd bent to pick it up from the floor.
  I looked up at him, hoping against hope that my fear was baseless, that the "B" who'd signed the note wasn't the monster who'd made him, who'd put such fear into his heart, who'd come between us once even after centuries in the ground.
  I couldn't form words to speak, but I begged him in silence to say we'd been pranked, to rail against the vampire who'd made a very poor joke at the end of a very long night.