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Glass Houses (Morganville Vampires, Book 1): The Morganville Vampires, Book I Kindle Edition
When Claire heads off-campus, the imposing old house where she finds a room may not be much better. Her new roommates don't show many signs of life. But they'll have Claire's back when the town's deepest secrets come crawling out, hungry for fresh blood.
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- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBerkley
- Publication dateOctober 3, 2006
- Reading age14 years and up
- Grade level9 and up
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Rachel Caine is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels, including the Weather Warden series, the Outcast Season series, the Revivalist series, and the Morganville Vampires series, which includes Bitter Blood, Black Dawn, Last Breath, and Bite Club. She is also the author of Prince of Shadows, a new spin on the classic tale of Romeo and Juliet. 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, an insurance investigator, and, until recently, carried on a secret identity in the corporate world as a communications executive. She and her husband, fantasy artist R. Cat Conrad, live in Texas.
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He wrote her an excuse note, too, and gave her some painkillers and told her to go home.
No way was she going back to the dorm. Truth was, she didn't have much in the room—some books, a few photos of home, some posters… She hadn't even had a chance to call it home, and for whatever reason, she'd never really felt safe there. It had always felt like… a warehouse. A warehouse for kids who were, one way or another, going to leave.
She limped over to the Quad, which was a big empty concrete space with some rickety old benches and picnic tables, cornered on all sides by squat, unappealing buildings that mostly just looked like boxes with windows. Architecture-student projects, probably. She heard a rumor that one of them had fallen down a few years back, but then, she'd also heard rumors about a janitor getting beheaded in the chem lab and haunting the building, and zombies roaming the grounds after dark, so she wasn't putting too much stock in it.
It was midafternoon already, and not a lot of students were hanging around the Quad, with its lack of shade—great design, considering that the weather was still hovering up in the high nineties in September. Claire picked up a campus paper from the stand, carefully took a seat on the blazing-hot bench, and opened it to the "Housing" section. Dorm rooms were out of the question; Howard Hall and Lansdale Hall were the only two that took in girls under twenty. She wasn't old enough to qualify for the coed dorms. Stupid rules were probably written when girls wore hoopskirts, she thought, and skipped the dorm listings until she got to off campus. Not that she was really allowed to be living off campus; Mom and Dad would have a total freak-out over it, no question. But… if it was between Monica and parental freakage, she'd take the latter. After all, the important thing was to get herself someplace where she felt safe, where she could study.
Right?
She dug in her backpack, found her cell phone, and checked for coverage. It was kind of lame in Morganville, truthfully, out in the middle of the prairie, in the middle of Texas, which was about as middle of nowhere as it was possible to get unless you wanted to go to Mongolia or something. Two bars. Not great, but it'd do.
Claire started dialing numbers. The first person told her that they'd already found somebody, and hung up before she could even say, "Thanks." The second one sounded like a weird old guy. The third one was a weird old lady. The fourth one… well, the fourth one was just plain weird.
The fifth listing down read,
three roomates seeking fourth,
huge old house, privacy assured, reasonable rent and utilities.
Which… okay, she wasn't sure that she could afford "reasonable"—she was more looking for "dirt cheap"—but at least it sounded less weird than the others. Three roommates. That meant three more people who'd maybe take up for her if Monica and company came sniffing around… or at least take up for the house. Hmmmmm.
She called, and got an answering machine with a mellow-sounding, young-sounding male voice.
"Hello, you've reached the Glass House. If you're looking for Michael, he sleeps days. If you're looking for Shane, good luck with that, cause we never know where the hell he is"—distant laughter from at least two people—"and if you're looking for Eve, you'll probably get her on her cell phone or at the shop. But hey. Leave a message. And if you're looking to audition for the room, come on by. It's 716 West Lot Street." A totally different voice, a female one lightened up by giggles like bubbles in soda, said, "Yeah, just look for the mansion." And then a third voice, male again. "Gone with the Wind meets The Munsters." More laughter, and a beep.
Claire blinked, coughed, and finally said, "Um… hi. My name is Claire? Claire Danvers? And I was, um, calling about the, um, room thing. Sorry." And hung up in a panic. Those three people sounded… normal. But they sounded pretty close, too. And in her experience, groups of friends like that just didn't open up to include underage, undersized geeks like her. They hadn't sounded mean; they just sounded—self-confident. Something she wasn't.
She checked the rest of the listings, and felt her heart actually sink a little. Maybe an inch and a half, with a slight sideways twist. God, I'm dead. She couldn't sleep out here on a bench like some homeless loser, and she couldn't go back to the dorm; she had to do something.
Fine, she thought, and snapped her phone shut, then open again to dial a cab.
Seven sixteen Lot Street. Gone with the Wind meets The Munsters. Right.
Maybe they'd at least feel sorry enough for her to put her up for one lousy night.
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The cabbie—she figured he was just about the only cabdriver in Morganville, which apart from the campus at TPU on the edge of town had only about ten thousand people in it—took an hour to show up. Claire hadn't been in a car in six weeks, since her parents had driven her into town. She hadn't been much beyond a block of the campus, either, and then just to buy used books for class.
"You meeting someone?" the cabbie asked. She was staring out the window at the storefronts: used-clothing shops, used-book shops, computer stores, stores that sold nothing but wooden Greek letters. All catering to the college.
"No," she said. "Why?"
The cabbie shrugged. "Usually you kids are meeting up with friends. If you're looking for a good time—"
She shivered. "I'm not. I'm—yes, I'm meeting some people. If you could hurry, please…?"
He grunted and took a right turn, and the cab went from Collegetown to Creepytown in one block flat. She couldn't define how it happened exactly—the buildings were pretty much the same, but they looked dim and old, and the few people moving on the streets had their heads down and were walking fast. Even when people were walking in twos or threes, they weren't chatting. When the cab passed, people looked up, then down again, as if they'd been looking for another kind of car.
A little girl was walking with her hand in her mother's, and as the cab stopped for a light, the girl waved, just a little. Claire waved back.
The girl's mother looked up, alarmed, and hustled her kid away into the black mouth of a store that sold used electronics. Wow, Claire thought. Do I look that scary? Maybe she did. Or maybe Morganville was just ultracareful of its kids.
Funny, now that she thought about it, there was something missing in this town. Signs. She'd seen them all her life stapled to telephone poles… advertisements for lost dogs, missing kids or adults.
Nothing here. Nothing.
"Lot Street," the cabbie announced, and squealed to a stop. "Ten fifty."
For a five-minute ride? Claire thought, amazed, but she paid up. She thought about shooting him the finger as he drove away, but he looked kind of dangerous, and besides, she really wasn't the kind of girl who did that sort of thing. Usually. It was a bad day, though.
She hoisted her backpack again, hit a bruise on her shoulder, and nearly dropped the weight on her foot. Tears stung at her eyes. All of a sudden she felt tired and shaky again, scared… At least on campus she'd kind of been on relatively familiar ground, but out here in town it was like being a stranger, all over again.
Morganville was brown. Burned brown by the sun, beaten down by wind and weather. Hot summer was starting to give way to hot autumn, and the leaves on the trees—what trees there were—looked gray-edged and dry, and they rattled like paper in the wind. West Lot Street was near what passed for the downtown district in town, probably an old residential neighborhood. Nothing special about the homes that she could see… ranch houses, most of them with peeling, faded paint.
She counted house numbers, and realized she was standing in front of 716. She turned and looked behind her, and gasped, because whoever the guy had been on the phone, he'd been dead-on right in his description. Seven sixteen looked like a movie set, something straight out of the Civil War. Big graying columns. A wide front porch. Two stories of windows.
The place was huge. Well, not huge—but bigger than Claire had imagined. Like, big enough to be a frat house, and probably perfectly suited to it. She could just imagine Greek letters over the door.
It looked deserted, but to be fair every house on the block looked deserted. Late afternoon, nobody home from work yet. A few cars glittered in the white-hot sunshine, finish softened by a layer of dirt. No cars in front of 716, though.
This was such a bad idea, she thought, and there were those tears again, bubbling up along with panic. What was she going to do? Walk up to the door and beg to be a roommate? How lame-ass was that? They'd think she was pathetic at best, a head case at worst. No, it had been a dumb idea to even blow the money on cab fare.
It was hot, and she was tired and she hurt and she had homework due, and no place to sleep, and all of a sudden, it was just too much.
Claire dropped her backpack, buried her bruised face in both hands, and just started sobbing like a baby. Crybaby freak, she imagined Monica saying, but that just made her sob harder, and all of a sudden the idea of going home, going home to Mom and Dad and the room she knew they'd kept open for her, seemed better, better than anything out here in the scary, crazy world…
"Hey," a girl's voice said, and someone touched her on the elbow. "Hey, are you okay?"
Claire yelped and jumped, landed hard on her strained ankle, and nearly toppled over. The girl who'd scared her reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her, looking genuinely scared herself. "I'm sorry! God, I'm such a klutz. Look, are you okay?"
The girl wasn't Monica, or Jen, or Gina, or anybody else she'd seen around the campus at TPU; this girl was way Goth. Not in a bad way—she didn't have the sulky I'm-so-not-cool-I'm-cool attitude of most of the Goths Claire had known in school—but the dyed-black, shag-cut hair, the pale makeup, the heavy eyeliner and mascara, the red-and-black-striped tights and clunky black shoes and black pleated miniskirt… very definitely a fan of the dark side.
"My name's Eve," the girl said, and smiled. It was a sweet, funny kind of smile, something that invited Claire to share in a private joke. "Yeah, my parents really named me that, go figure. It's like they knew how I'd turn out." Her smile faded, and she took a good look at Claire's face. "Wow. Jeez, nice black eye. Who hit you?"
"Nobody." Claire said it instantly, without even thinking why, although she knew in her bones that Goth Eve was in no way bestest friends with preppy Monica. "I had an accident."
"Yeah," Eve agreed softly. "I used to have those kinds of accidents, falling into fists and stuff. Like I said, I'm a klutz. You okay? You need a doctor or something? I can drive you if you want."
She gestured to the street next to them, and Claire realized that while she'd been sobbing her eyes out, an ancient beater of a black Cadillac—complete with tail fins—had been docked at the curb. There was a cheery-looking skull dangling from the rearview mirror, and Claire had no doubt that the back bumper would be plastered with stickers for emo bands nobody had ever heard of.
She liked Eve already. "No," she said, and swiped at her eyes angrily with the back of her hand. "I, uh—look, I'm sorry. It's been a really awful day. I was coming to ask about the room, but—"
"Right, the room!" Eve snapped her fingers, as if she'd forgotten all about it, and jumped up and down two or three times in excitement. "Great! I'm just home for break—I work over at Common Grounds, you know, the coffee shop?—and Michael won't be up for a while yet, but you can come in and see the house if you want. I don't know if Shane's around, but—"
"I don't know if I should—"
"You should. You totally should." Eve rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't believe the losers we see trying to get in the door. I mean, seriously. Freaks. You're the first normal one I've seen so far. Michael would kick my ass if I let you get away without at least trying a sales pitch."
Claire blinked. Somehow, she'd been thinking that she'd be the one begging for them to consider her… and normal? Eve thought she was normal?
"Sure," she heard herself say. "Yeah. I'd like that."
Eve grabbed her backpack and slung it over her own shoulder, on top of her black silver-studded purse in the shape of a coffin. "Follow me." And she bounced away, up the walk to the gracious Southern Gothic front porch to unlock the door.
Up close, the house looked old, but not really run-down as such; weathered, Claire decided. Could have used some paint here and there, and the cast-iron chairs needed a coat, too. The front door was actually double-sized, with a big stained-glass panel at the top.
"Yo!" Eve yelled, and dumped Claire's backpack on a table in the hallway, her purse next to it, her keys in an antique-looking ashtray with a cast-iron monkey on the handle. "Roomies! We've got a live one!"
It occurred to Claire, as the door boomed shut behind her, that there were a couple of ways to interpret that, and one of them—the Texas Chainsaw Massacre way—wasn't good. She stopped moving, frozen, and just looked around.
Nothing overtly creepy about the inside of the house, at least. Lots of wood, clean and simple. Chips of paint knocked off of corners, like it had seen a lot of life. It smelled like lemon polish and—chili?
"Yo!" Eve yelled again, and clumped on down the hall. It opened up to a bigger room; from what Claire could see, there were big leather couches and bookshelves, like a real home. Maybe this was what off-campus housing looked like. If so, it was a big step up from dorm life. "Shane, I smell the chili. I know you're here! Get your headphones out of your ears!"
She couldn't quite imagine Texas Chainsaw Massacre taking place in a room like that, either. That was a plus. Or, for that matter, serial-killing roommates doing something as homey as making chili. Good chili, from the way it smelled. With… garlic?
She took a couple of hesitant steps down the hallway. Eve's footsteps were clunking off into another room, maybe the kitchen. The house seemed very quiet. Nothing jumped out to scare her, so Claire proceeded, one careful foot after another, all the way into the big central room.
And a guy lying sprawled on the couch—the way only guys could sprawl—yawned and sat up rubbing his head. When Claire opened her mouth—whether to say hello or to yell for help, she didn't know—he surprised her into silence by grinning at her and putting his finger over his mouth to shush her. "Hey," he whispered. "I'm Shane. What's up?" He blinked a couple of times, and without any change in his expression, said, "Dude, that is a badass shiner. Hurts, huh?"
She nodded slightly. Shane swung his legs off the couch and sat there, watching her, elbows on his knees and hands dangling loosely. He had brown hair, cut in uneven layers that didn't quite manage to look punk. He was an older boy, older than her, anyway. Eighteen? A big guy, and tall to match it. Big enough to make her feel more miniature than usual. She thought his eyes looked brown, but she didn't dare meet them for more than a flicker at a time.
"So I guess you're gonna say that the other chick looks worse," Shane said.
She shook her head, then winced when motion made it hurt even more. "No, I—um—how did you know it was—?"
"A chick? Easy. Size you are, a guy would have put you in the hospital with a punch hard enough to leave a mark like that. So what's up with that? You don't look like you go looking for trouble."
She felt like she ought to take offense about that, but honestly, this whole thing was starting to feel like some strange dream anyway. Maybe she'd never woken up at all. Maybe she was lying in a coma in a hospital bed, and Shane was just her lame-ass equivalent of the Cheshire cat. "I'm Claire," she said, and waved awkwardly. "Hi."
He nodded toward a leather wing chair. She slid into it, feet dangling, and felt a weird sense of relief wash over her. It felt like home, although of course it wasn't, and she was starting to think that it really couldn't be. She didn't fit here. She couldn't actually imagine who would.
"You want something?" Shane asked suddenly. "Coke, maybe? Chili? Bus ticket back home?"
"Coke," she said, and, surprisingly, "and chili."
"Good choice. I made it myself." He slid off the couch, weirdly boneless for his size, and padded barefoot into the kitchen where Eve had gone. Claire listened to a blur of voices as the two of them talked, and relaxed, one muscle at a time, into the soft embrace of the chair. She hadn't noticed until now, but the house was kept cool, and the lazy circle of the ceiling fan overhead swept chilly air over her hot, aching face. It felt nice.
She opened her eyes at the sound of Eve's shoes clomping back into the room. Eve was carrying a tray with a red and white can, a bowl, a spoon, and an ice pack. She set the tray on a coffee table and nudged the table toward Claire with her knee. "Ice pack first," she said. "You can never tell what Shane puts in the chili. Be afraid."
Shane padded back to the couch and flopped, sucking on his own can of soda. Eve shot him an exasperated look. "Yeah, man, thanks for bringing me one, too." The raccoon eye makeup exaggerated her eye roll. "Dork."
"Didn't know if you wanted zombie dirt sprinkled on it or anything. If you're eating this week."
"Dork! Go on and eat, Claire—I'll go get my own."
Claire picked up the spoon and tried a tentative bite of the chili, which was thick and meaty and spicy, heavy on the garlic. Delicious, in fact. She'd gotten used to cafeteria food, and this was just… wow. Not. Shane watched her, eyebrows up, as she started to shovel it in. "Sgood," she mumbled. He gave her a lazy salute. By the time she was halfway through the bowl, Eve was back with her own tray, which she plunked down on the other half of the coffee table. Eve sat on the floor, crossed her legs, and dug in.
"Not bad," she finally said. "At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time."
"Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed. Where'd you pick up the stray?"
"Outside. She came to see the room."
"You beat her up first, just to make sure she's tough enough?"
"Bite me, chili boy."
"Don't mind Eve," he told Claire. "She hates working days. She's afraid she'll tan."
"Yeah, and Shane just hates working. So what's your name?"
Claire opened her mouth, but Shane beat her to it, clearly happy to one-up his roomie. "Claire. What, you didn't even ask? A chick beat her up, too. Probably some skank in the dorms. You know how that place is."
They exchanged a look. A long one. Eve turned back to Claire. "Is that true? You got beat up in the dorm?" She nodded, hastily shoveling more food in her mouth to keep from having to say much. "Well, that totally blows. No wonder you're looking for the room." Another nod. "You didn't bring much with you."
"I don't have much," she said. "Just the books, and maybe a couple of things back at my room. But—I don't want to go back there to get stuff. Not tonight."
"Why not?" Shane had grabbed a ratty-looking old baseball from the floor and tossed it up toward the tall ceiling, narrowly missing the spinning blades of the fan. He caught it without effort. "Somebody still looking to pound you?"
"Yeah," Claire said, and looked down into her fast-diminishing chili. "Guess so. It's not just her, it's—she's got friends. And… I don't. That place just—well, it's creepy."
"Been there," Eve said. "Oh, wait, still there."
Shane mimed throwing the baseball at her. She mimed ducking.
"What time is Michael getting up?"
Shane gave her another mock throw. "Hell, Eve, I don't know. I love the guy, but I don't love the guy. Go bang on his door and ask. Me, I'm gonna go get ready."
"Ready for what?" Eve asked. "You're not seriously going out again, are you?"
"Seriously, yeah. Bowling. Her name's Laura. If you want more details, you're gonna have to download the video like everybody else." Shane rolled off the couch, stood up, and padded off toward the wide stairs leading up to the second floor. "See you later, Claire."
Eve made a frustrated sound. "Wait a minute! So what do you say? You think she'd do okay here, or what?"
Shane waved a hand. "Whatever, man. Far as I'm concerned, she's okay." He gave Claire one quick look and a crooked and oddly sweet smile, and bounded up the stairs. He moved like an athlete, but without the swagger she was used to. Kind of hot, actually.
"Guys," Eve sighed. "Damn, it'd be good to have another girl in here. They're all like, Yeah, whatever, and then when it comes to picking up the place or washing dishes, they turn into ghosts. Not that you have to, like, be a maid or anything, I mean… you just got to yell at em until they do their part or they walk all over you."
Claire smiled, or tried to, but her split lip throbbed, and she felt the scab break open again. Blood dribbled down her chin, and she grabbed the napkin Eve had put on the tray and applied pressure to her lip. Eve watched in silence, frowning, and then got up from the floor, picked up the ice pack, and settled it gently against the bump on Claire's head. "How's that?" she asked.
"Better." It was. The ice began to numb the ache almost immediately, and the food was setting up a nice warm fire in her stomach. "Um, I guess I should ask… about the room…"
"Well, you have to meet Michael, and he has to say yes, but Michael's a sweetie, really. Oh, and he owns this place. His family does, anyway. I think they moved away and left him the house a couple of years ago. He's about six months older than I am. We're all about eighteen. Michael's sort of the oldest."
"He sleeps days?"
"Yeah. I mean, I like to sleep days, but he's got a thing about it. I called him a vampire once, cause he really doesn't like being up in the daytime. Like, ever. He didn't think it was real funny."
"You're sure he's not a vampire?" Claire said. "I've seen movies. They're sneaky." She was kidding. Eve didn't smile.
"Oh, pretty sure. For one thing, he eats Shane's chili, which, God knows, has enough garlic to explode a dozen high-quality Dracs. And I made him touch a cross once." Eve took a big swallow of her Coke.
"You—what? Made him?"
"Well, sure, yeah. I mean, a girl can't be too careful, especially around here." Claire must have looked blank, because Eve did the eye-roll thing again. It was her favorite expression, Claire was sure. "In Morganville? You know?"
"What about it?"
"You mean you don't know? How can you not know?" Eve set her can down and got up to her knees, leaning elbows on the coffee table. She looked earnest under the thick makeup. Her eyes were dark brown, edged with gold. "Morganville's full of vampires."
Claire laughed.
Eve didn't. She just kept staring.
"Um… you're kidding?"
"How many kids graduate TPU every year?"
"I don't know… It's a crappy college, most everybody transfers out…"
"Everybody leaves. Or at least, they stop showing up, right? I can't believe you don't know this. Didn't anybody tell you the score before you moved in? Look, the vamps run the town. They're in charge. And either you're in, or you're out. If you work for them, if you pretend like they're not here and they don't exist, and you look the other way when things happen, then you and your family get a free pass. You get Protection. Otherwise…" Eve pulled a finger across her throat and bugged out her eyes.
Right, Claire thought, and put down her spoon. No wonder nobody rented a room with these people. They're nuts. It was too bad. Except for the crazy part, she really liked them.
"You think I'm wacko," Eve said, and sighed. "Yeah, I get that. I'd think I was, too, except I grew up in a Protected house. My dad works for the water company. My mom is a teacher. But we all wear these." She extended her wrist. On it was a black leather bracelet, with a symbol on it in red, nothing Claire recognized. It looked kind of like a Chinese character. "See how mine's red? Expired. It's like health insurance. Kids are only covered until they're eighteen. Mine was up six months ago." She looked at it mournfully, then shrugged and unsnapped it to drop it on her tray. "Might as well stop wearing it, I guess. It sure wouldn't fool anybody."
Claire just looked at her, helpless, wondering if she was the victim of a practical joke, and if any second Eve was going to laugh and call her an idiot for buying it, and Shane would go from kind of lazy-sweet to cruel and shove her out the door, mocking all the way. Because this wasn't the way the world worked. You didn't like people, and then have them turn up all crazy, right? Couldn't you tell?
The alternative—that Eve wasn't crazy at all—just wasn't anything Claire wanted to think about. She remembered the people on the street, walking fast, heads down. The way the mother had yanked her little girl off the street at a friendly wave.
"Fine. Go ahead, think I'm nuts," Eve said, and sat back on her heels. "I mean, why wouldn't I be? And I won't try to convince you or anything. Just—don't go out after dark unless you're with somebody. Somebody Protected, if you can find them. Look for the bracelet." She nudged hers with one finger. "The symbol's white when it's active."
"But I—" Claire coughed, trying to find something to say. If you can't say anything nice… "Okay. Thanks. Um, is Shane—?"
"Shane? Protected?" Eve snorted. "As if! Even if he was, which I doubt, he'd never admit it, and he doesn't wear the bracelet or anything. Michael—Michael isn't, either, but there's sort of a standard Protection on houses. We're sort of outcasts here. There's safety in numbers, too."
It was a very weird conversation to be having over chili and Coke, with an ice pack perched on the top of her head. Claire, without even knowing she was going to do it, yawned. Eve laughed.
"Call it a bedtime story," she said. "Listen, let me show you the room. Worst case, you lie down for a while, let the ice pack work, then bug out. Or hey, you wake up and decide you want to talk to Michael before you leave. Your choice."
Another cold chill swept over her, and she shivered. Probably had to do with the bang on the head, she figured, and how tired she was. She dug in her pocket, found the package of pills the doc had prescribed for her, and swallowed one with the last gulp of Coke. Then she helped Eve carry the trays into the kitchen, which was huge, with stone sinks and ancient polished counters and two modern conveniences—the stove and the refrigerator—stuck awkwardly in the corners. The chili had come from a Crock-Pot, which was still simmering away.
When the dishes had been washed, trays stacked, trash discarded, Eve retrieved Claire's backpack from the floor and led her through the living room, up the stairs. On the third riser, Eve turned, alarmed, and said, "Hey, can you make it up the stairs? Because, you know—"
"I'm okay," Claire lied. Her ankle hurt like hell, but she wanted to see the room. And if they were likely to throw her out later, she at least wanted to sleep one more time in a bed, however lumpy and old. There were thirteen steps to the top. She made every one of them, even though she left sweaty fingerprints on a banister Shane hadn't even bothered to touch on his way up earlier.
Eve's steps were muffled here by a rich old-looking rug, all swirls and colors, that ran down the center of the polished wood floor. There were six doors up here on the landing. As they passed them, Eve pointed and named. "Shane's." The first door. "Michael's." The second door. "He's got that one, too—it's a double-sized room." Third door. "Main bathroom." Fourth. "The second bathroom's downstairs—that's kind of the emergency backup bathroom when Shane's in there moussing his hair for like an hour or something…"
"Bite me!" Shane yelled from behind the closed door. Eve pounded a fist on the door and led Claire to the last two on the row. "This one's mine. Yours is on the end."
When she swung it open, Claire—prepared for disappointment—actually gasped. For one thing, it was huge. Three times the size of her dorm room. For another, it was on a corner, with three—three!—windows, all currently shaded by blinds and curtains. The bed wasn't some dorm-sized miniature; it was a full-sized mattress and box spring with massive wooden columns at the corners, dark and solid. There was a dresser along one wall big enough to hold, well, four or five times the clothes that Claire had ever owned. Plus a closet. Plus…
"Is that a TV?" she asked in a faint voice.
"Yeah. Satellite cable. You'd pitch in, though, unless you want to take it out of the room. Oh, and there's Internet, too. Broadband, over there. I should probably warn you, they monitor Internet traffic around here, though. You have to be careful what you say in messages and stuff." Eve put the backpack on top of the dresser. "You don't have to decide right now. You probably ought to rest first. Here, here's your ice pack." She followed Claire to the bed and helped her pull back the covers, and once Claire had pulled off her shoes and settled, she tucked her in, like a mother, and put the ice pack on her head. "When you get up, Michael'll probably be awake. I have to get back to work, but it'll be okay. Really."
Claire smiled at her, a little fuzzily; the painkillers were starting to take effect. She got another chill. "Thank you, Eve," she said. "This is—wow."
"Yeah, well, you look like you could use a little wow today." Eve shrugged, and gave her a stunning smile back. "Sleep well. And don't worry, the vampires won't come in here. This house has Protection, even if we don't."
Claire turned that over in her mind for a few seconds as Eve left the room and shut the door, and then her mind wandered off in happy clouds of noticing the softness of the pillow and how good the bed felt, and how crisp the sheets were…
She dreamed about the strangest thing: a silent room, with someone pale and quiet sitting on a velvet sofa, turning pages in a book and weeping. It didn't scare her, exactly, but she felt cold, on and off, and the house… the house seemed like it was full of whispers.
Eventually, she fell into a deeper, darker place, and didn't dream at all.
Not even about Monica.
Not even about vampires.
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Product details
- ASIN : B000O76NAK
- Publisher : Berkley (October 3, 2006)
- Publication date : October 3, 2006
- Language : English
- File size : 1217 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Not Enabled
- Print length : 258 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 0451219945
- Best Sellers Rank: #229,892 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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About the author
Rachel Caine is the NYT, USA Today, and #1 WSJ bestselling author of more than 50 books in several categories and genres, including adult thriller and adult urban fantasy/SF as well as books for young adults ages twelve to eighteen.
Rachel Caine lost her fight with a rare and aggressive cancer, soft tissue sarcoma, in November of 2020. With over 56 books in print and millions of copies sold, she was a frequent guest at conventions in the United States and around the world. Her popular book series include the young adult Morganville Vampires novels, the Great Library series, and the #1 bestselling Stillhouse Lake novels in adult thrillers.
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Customers find the book easy to read and enjoyable. They appreciate the interesting plot twists and suspenseful storyline. The characters are likable and relatable. The pacing is good and the writing quality is excellent. Many readers praise the originality of the book and its fresh take on vampire mythology. However, opinions differ on the age range.
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"...The vamps were quirky enough, the heroine, likable, the support staff, charming, the setting, interesting, the writing, excellent and the ending ---..." Read more
"4.5 stars. I am hooked on this series. Glass Houses was filled with lots of fun imagery, interesting characters, and twists I didn't see coming...." Read more
"...How wrong I was! The delightful way that Ms.Caine plots and characterizes is a level of writing that I could only hope to achieve someday as a lover..." Read more
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Customers enjoy the engrossing storyline with interesting twists in the vampire mythology. They find it suspenseful and appreciate the unique take on ghosts and vampire towns. The quirky vampires, likable heroine, and charming support staff are also mentioned as positive aspects of the book. Readers mention the romance and life-or-death moments.
"...The vamps were quirky enough, the heroine, likable, the support staff, charming, the setting, interesting, the writing, excellent and the ending ---..." Read more
"...were truly scary, but at the same time there were enough interesting twists in their mythology to make them feel original...." Read more
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Customers appreciate the character development. They find the characters likable and relatable, with plenty of action in the story. Readers also say they can feel the characters like Harry Potter characters.
"...is superb, the plot twists and character developments completely wicked (pun intended)!..." Read more
"...What I Loved: Claire was such a unique character for a YA Novel. A teenager put into college with advanced placement...." Read more
"...Great characters, unique premise, non-stop action and/or humor, this read had all that and more...." Read more
"...the world building for the town, and the development of the characters really made this story, although it def made me want to read the next one..." Read more
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"...There was just enough of everything to keep me very interested...." Read more
"...The main character Claire is brave and smart. She's an advanced placement student so she's a college freshman but she's only sixteen...." Read more
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"...I love Claire, she is a brilliant 16 year old and she has this fierce determination, not backing down from a challenge, and never wanting to quit...." Read more
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"...The delightful way that Ms.Caine plots and characterizes is a level of writing that I could only hope to achieve someday as a lover of writing myself..." Read more
"...I I was not disappointed. Rachel Caine is a great writer, who grabs your attention on page 1 and keeps you engaged through to the end...." Read more
"...most about the book is that there is something that the author is not telling the reader and I am quite determined to figure out what exactly that is..." Read more
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"...the heroine, likable, the support staff, charming, the setting, interesting, the writing, excellent and the ending --- edge of your seat...." Read more
"...Eve was spunky and fun. She's goth, and I loved that she rocked her own style...." Read more
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"...tho,there is some bad language in the book, it is a good read for kids in 11-12th grade, I think...." Read more
"...Amelie is scary and Monica is the town mean girl with power. Claire is so young and super smart to be in college...." Read more
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- Reviewed in the United States on September 14, 2010This was a ONE SITTER. You know open the first page, sit down and you don't get up until you are done. I had been dying to read this one, but something had always kept me away from it...now I'm dying to read the rest of the series like now. My hand fluctuating from the kindle BUY IT NOW button. I'll do it right after I write this review, most likely.
REVIEW: Claire Danvers is a genius, but super smarts doesn't save her from super psychos that are living in her dorm and have taken a fascination in tormenting and nearly killing Claire. To save herself she flees the dorm and desperately searches for somewhere safe to stay the night. The problem is, this is Morganville and night is about as unsafe as you can get. She does manage to find a place to stay...but it only turns out to be an eye opener as her new roomies reveal just what goes on in Morganville after dark.
A little dark YA novel that had me quite impressed and frothing at the mouth for more. There was just enough of everything to keep me very interested. The vamps were quirky enough, the heroine, likable, the support staff, charming, the setting, interesting, the writing, excellent and the ending --- edge of your seat. Ms. Cain, I'm charmed...can I have some more?
My only gripe was I desperately wanted Claire to pick up a baseball bat and beat the living dog biscuits out of Monica. She need a little more spitfire --- but I understand keeping in character and all that. C'mon where is the superpower when you need it??? *Completely joking*
Overall, loved it. Highly impressed with my YA stint lately. I think I might stay on this path for a bit longer. Going to download The Dead Girl's Dance now.
RECOMMENDATIONS: Suitable for younger teens, there is a bit of violence that might be inappropriate for an immature audience. There is also a maturing that adults will enjoy.
- Reviewed in the United States on July 26, 20134.5 stars. I am hooked on this series. Glass Houses was filled with lots of fun imagery, interesting characters, and twists I didn't see coming. Rachel Caine does a wonderful job making Morganville feel like a real place, freaky happenings and all.
A lot of this book felt like it was setting the scene for the entire series. There were a lot of people to meet and places to get to know. It wasn't until I was about half way through that the plot for this book got interesting, but I was sucked in from the beginning just the same.
Morganville is a small college town run by vampires. I enjoyed reading about vampires that were truly scary, but at the same time there were enough interesting twists in their mythology to make them feel original.
The main character Claire is brave and smart. She's an advanced placement student so she's a college freshman but she's only sixteen. Even though she was incredibly smart she didn't come across as shy or nerdy, maybe a little naïve at times, but also gutsy. There are times when you notice how young she is and others when you can see that she's really mature for her age. I liked seeing the give and take of everyone around her thinking of her as a kid, and then later thinking of her as an equal but still knowing that she's only sixteen.
Claire's roommates were fun characters as well. Eve was spunky and fun. She's goth, and I loved that she rocked her own style. Eve is her own person and despite the black and skulls she has a bright and cheerful personality. Shane felt like your typical college guy, but he had layers as well. There were moments when he got a little intense, like when he did things to try and look out for Michael or eve, but he was also funny. And Michael is thoughtful and calm. He's not really any older than Shane or Eve, but he's the one looking out for them, and he's the one they look up to. Michael is really the grown up of the group.
Claire crushing on the guys in the house was cute and completely believable. Also, I was glad that while she noticed the attractiveness of both Shane and Michael that Caine didn't go the love triangle route with this story. By the end of the book it was clear where all the relationships fell and who liked who. The kiss scene between Claire and Shane literally gave me butterflies. It was cute and sweet, and just perfect.
Monica, however, bothered me. I felt she was portrayed a little too stupid, and her interactions with Claire in general felt too immature for her age. I believed that she was the kind of girl that got by on her looks, but there is an evil streak to her that I didn't quite understand. It was more than just doing bad things because she could. I feel like there had to be a reason why she was so cold and it bothered me we weren't ever told why exactly.
There were a few other small things that bothered me as well. For example, many characters had black hair? This is a silly detail, but it bothered me. Monica, Claire, Eve and Miranda are all described as having black hair. Couldn't someone have dark brown hair? But, I did like the contrast between Eve, a human who dresses Goth, and one of the vampires who was blond and wearing pink, in essence dressing like a preppy human girl.
Also, I had a hard time believing that Shane and Michael were so closed minded about Miranda being psychic. After all, they grew up in Morganville with vampires and freaky stuff happening all the time. I could understand Claire being skeptical, she was still new. I just don't get why they had such a hard time believing that maybe Miranda had a gift, even if she was nuts.
Be warned that the end is a huge cliffhanger. There was resolution with the main plot, and then pow - Caine makes it impossible not to pick up the second book, Dead Girls' Dance, immediately. Which is exactly what I did. If you're looking for a series to suck you in pick up Glass Houses.
Top reviews from other countries
- Barb CoatesReviewed in Canada on January 31, 2018
5.0 out of 5 stars Great start for a new vamp series
Interesting characters and great plot line. Daylight vamps and ghosts. A house that protects the people inside. Can't wait for the next one.
- Vanessa BoonReviewed in Australia on June 29, 2019
5.0 out of 5 stars A vampire series that sucks you in and is to die for
I love how individual the characters are in their personalities, and how successfully creepy some of the scenes and world-setting is. The plot line goes at a steady pace, no rushing, and yet definitely not slow, either. It’s hard to put this book down, and the ending leaves you scrambling to buy the next one in the series ASAP.
I adore that the lead heroine isn’t the typical sort of character, which is refreshing and adds a whole other element to the story.
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J. BeyerReviewed in Germany on September 12, 2014
5.0 out of 5 stars tolle Vampirserie, die nicht kitschig ist
Claire Danvers ist mit 16 Jahren ( "fast" 17) deutlich früher am College als die meisten Studenten. Sie hätte auch auf ein deutlich besseres College, als das in Morganville gehen können, aber ihre Eltern wollten aufgrund ihres Alters nicht, dass sie zu weit von zu Hause entfernt ist. Als Claire jedoch in ihrem Wohnheim von einer Mädchenclique brutal die Treppen heruntergstoßen wurde versucht sie verzweifelt außerhalb des Campus eine Bleibe zu finden. So lernt sie Michael, Shane und Eve kennen, die gemeinsam in Michaels Haus wohnen und einen Mitbewohner suchen. Die drei sind alle schon 18 und lehnen Claire erstmal ab, da sie zu jung ist, jedoch haben sie aufgrund ihrer Verletzungen Mitleid mit ihr, so dass sie erstmal bleiben darf. Durch ihre neuen Mitbewohner und andere seltsame Vorkommnisse kommt Claire dahinter wer in Morganville tatsächlich das Sagen hat. Und was ist eigentlich mit Michael los, der tagsüber immer spurlos verschwunden ist?
Dieser Reihenstart ist wahnsinnig toll. Claire ist ein toller Charakter. Eine tolle Mischung aus mutig, schlagfertig und trotzdem manchmal auch ein bisschen hilflos. Sie ist einfach wahnsinnig liebevoll beschrieben und lässt einen immer wieder mit ihr mitfühlen. Auch die anderen Charaktere in diesem Buch sind toll beschrieben und jeder hat seine guten und schlechten Seiten.
Es ist hier auch keine typische Geschichte bei der sich ein Mädchen in einen Vampir verliebt, denn die Vampire sind hier nicht die Guten und trotzdem sind sie auch nicht nur grundlos brutal und böse. Es gibt Regeln. Leider sind diese eher zum schutz der Vampire als zum Schutz der Menschen ausgelegt.
Die Freundschaft die zwischen Claire und ihren Mitbewohnern entsteht legt eine gute Basis für die weiteren Teile der Reihe. Man fiebert mit dieser kleinen Gemeinschaft, die gegen den Rest der Welt ankämpft mit und hofft, dass alles gut wird.
Der Schreibstil von Rachel Caine ist unglaublich fesselnd und mitreißend. Man kann das Buch kaum zur Seite legen. es ist spannend und lebt vor allem durch die vielen unterschiedlichen Charaktere, die sovielseitig beschrieben sind.
Am Ende des Buches gibt es einen Cliffhanger, bei dem man froh ist wenn man gleich mit dem zweiten Band weiter machen kann.
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AmélieReviewed in France on March 1, 2013
5.0 out of 5 stars Vampirique
Tous les livres de Rache Cain sont adictifs. C'est une succession d'histoires entre humains et vampires qui partagent la même ville.
- Ellie P.Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 1, 2010
5.0 out of 5 stars How could I not have read this earlier?! Brilliant!
I can't believe it's taken me so long to discover this series! I picked up 'Glass Houses', the first book, this morning for a day-off read, and devoured it pretty much in one go. It's about a brilliant sixteen year-old girl, Claire Danvers, who takes an early placement at the college in Morganville, Texas, a stepping stone to greater things, only to find that she stands out even more here than she did back at school. And not in a good way. Her dorm is dominated by a tyrannical group of beautiful, sadistic girls, and when she unthinkingly humiliates Monica, their leader, their vengeance is fast and deadly. And so she moves out, stumbling into a house share with three older teens, Michael, Shane and Eve, in the strange old Glass mansion. They reveal Morganville's not-so-secret secret - that the town is run by vampires who see college kids as free food, and warn Claire that she needs to be really careful if she wants to survive in one piece. Who is in league with who? Who is a vampire, and who is simply in a vampire's pocket? And on top of that, is she falling for Shane? And what on earth is going on with Michael?
I must say, when I started the book I expected teen paranormal fluff, and I was very pleasantly surprised. The world of the Morganville Vampires drew me right into the story from the very beginning, and Caine has placed her own twist on vampire legend and the vampire novel. The tenants of the Glass House are both engaging and sympathetic, the villains are deliciously dastardly, and Claire's voice - though the novel is written in the third person - is appealing in its naivety, honesty and humour. Unusually, I never once got to a certain point and thought, 'Right, I need a break from this," or "Okay, okay, let's get back to the good stuff already!" It was fast paced and gripping, and the story flowed well, never getting bogged down in trivia or unnecessary plot sidelines. I finished it by dinner time and needless to say, I'm very pleased to have the rest of the series waiting for me! Highly recommended for fans of YA paranormal fiction.