Now adapted for television in SyFy UK’s Midnight, Texas series – welcome to Charlaine Harris’s bestselling paranormal mystery series about a small town where only outsiders fit in . . .
From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse novels – ‘the Mark Twain of things that live under your bed’ – comes a new novel of Midnight, Texas, the town where some secrets will never see the light of day . . .
Welcome to the most intriguing mystery you’ll read this year.
Welcome to Midnight, Texas.
At Midnight’s local pawnshop, weapons are flying off the shelves-only to be used in sudden and dramatic suicides right at the main crossroads in town.
Who better to figure out why blood is being spilled than the vampire Lemuel, who, while translating mysterious texts, discovers what makes Midnight the town it is. There’s a reason why witches and werewolves, killers and psychics, have been drawn to this place.
And now they must come together to stop the bloodshed in the heart of Midnight. For if all hell breaks loose – which just might happen – it will put the secretive town on the map, where no one wants it to be . . .
From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse novels – ‘the Mark Twain of things that live under your bed’ – comes a new novel of Midnight, Texas, the town where some secrets will never see the light of day . . .
Welcome to the most intriguing mystery you’ll read this year.
Welcome to Midnight, Texas.
At Midnight’s local pawnshop, weapons are flying off the shelves-only to be used in sudden and dramatic suicides right at the main crossroads in town.
Who better to figure out why blood is being spilled than the vampire Lemuel, who, while translating mysterious texts, discovers what makes Midnight the town it is. There’s a reason why witches and werewolves, killers and psychics, have been drawn to this place.
And now they must come together to stop the bloodshed in the heart of Midnight. For if all hell breaks loose – which just might happen – it will put the secretive town on the map, where no one wants it to be . . .