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“They found the corpse in the closet of Alcide's apartment, and they hatched a plan to hide his remains." Eric sounded like that had been kind of cute of us. "My Sookie hid a corpse?" "I don't think you can be too sure about that possessive pronoun." "Where did you learn that term, Northman?" "I took 'English as a Second Language' at a community college in the seventies.”

Quote by Charlaine Harris

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Sookie Stackhouse 8-copy Boxed Set

The Sookie Stackhouse series is a mix of mystery, romance, and supernatural elements. The books follow Sookie, a telepathic waitress, as she navigates her life in Bon Temps, dealing with supernatural creatures and human relationships. The series is known for its engaging plot and well-developed characters, blending elements of fantasy with contemporary romance. more

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Charlaine Harris
Charlaine Harris

Charlaine Harris is an American author known for her suspense and fantasy novels. She is best known for her 'Sookie Stackhouse' series, which was adapted into the television series 'True Blood'. Born on November 25, 1951, Harris has enjoyed a successful writing career, with her works being appreciated for their unique narrative style and intricate character development. more

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