All Together Dead

at the double doors.
    I’d had time to appreciate his outfit while he spoke. He was wearing full trousers that gathered at the waist and the ankle. They were deep scarlet. He had cinched the trousers with a wide gold belt like a prizefighter’s, and he was wearing black leather boots with the trouser legs tucked in. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. He looked like a genie who’d just popped out of a really big bottle.
    “This is your new man?” Russell said. “Quinn?”
    I nodded, and he looked impressed.
    “I know you got things on your mind right now,” I said impulsively. “I know you’re about to get married. But I just want to say I hope that we’re even-steven, right? You’re not mad at me, or holding a grudge at me, or anything?”
    Bart was accepting the congratulations of assorted vampires, and Russell glanced his way. Then he did me the courtesy of concentrating on me, though I knew he had to turn away and enjoy his evening in a very short time, which was only right.
    “I hold no grudge against you,” he said. “Fortunately, I have a sense of humor, and fortunately, I didn’t like Lorena worth a damn. I lent her the room in the stable because I’d known her for a century or two, but she always was a bitch.”
    “Then let me ask you, since you’re not mad at me,” I said. “Why does everyone seem so in awe of Quinn?”
    “You really don’t know, and you’ve got the tiger by his tail?” Russell looked happily intrigued. “I don’t have time to tell you the whole story, because I want to be with my husband-to-be, but I’ll tell you what, Miss Sookie, your man has made a lot of people a lot of money.”
    “Thanks,” I said, a bit bewildered, “and best wishes to you and, ah, Mr. Crowe. I hope you’ll be very happy together.” Since shaking hands was not a vampire custom, I bowed and tried to sort of back away quickly while we were still on such good terms with each other.
    Rasul popped up at my elbow. He smiled when I jumped. Those vamps. Gotta love their sense of humor.
    I’d only seen Rasul in SWAT gear, and he’d looked good in that. Tonight he was wearing another uniform, but it was also pretty military looking, in a kind of Cossack way. He wore a long-sleeved tunic and tailored pants in a deep plum with black trim and bright brass buttons. Rasul was deeply brown, quite naturally, and had the large, dark liquid eyes and black hair of someone from the Middle East.
    “I knew you were supposed to be here, so it’s nice to run into you,” I said.
    “She sent Carla and me ahead of time,” he said lightly in his exotic accent. “You are looking lovelier than ever, Sookie. How are you enjoying the summit?”
    I ignored his pleasantries. “What’s with the uniform?”
    “If you mean, whose uniform is it, it’s the new house uniform of our queen,” he said. “We wear this instead of the armor when we’re not out on the streets. Nice, huh?”
    “Oh, you’re stylin’,” I said, and he laughed.
    “Are you going to the ceremony?” he said.
    “Yeah, sure. I’ve never seen a vampire wedding. Listen, Rasul, I’m sorry about Chester and Melanie.” They’d been on guard duty with Rasul in New Orleans.
    For a second, all the humor left the vampire’s face. “Yes,” he said after a moment of stiff silence. “Instead of my comrades, now I have the Formerly Furred.” Jake Purifoy was approaching us, and he was wearing the same uniform as Rasul. He looked lonely. He hadn’t been a vampire long enough to maintain the calm face that seemed to be second nature to the undead.
    “Hi, Jake,” I said.
    “Hi, Sookie,” he said, sounding forlorn and hopeful.
    Rasul bowed to both of us and set off in another direction. I was stuck with Jake. This was too much like grade school for my taste. Jake was the kid who’d come to school wearing the wrong clothes and packing a weird lunch. Being a combo vamp-Were had ruined his chances with either crowd. It was like trying to be a Goth jock.
    “Have you had a chance to talk to Quinn yet?” I asked for lack of anything better to say. Jake had been Quinn’s employee before his change had effectively put him out of a job.
    “I said hello in passing,” Jake said. “It’s just not fair.”
    “What?”
    “That he should be accepted no matter what he’s done, and I should be ostracized.”
    I knew what ostracized meant, because it had been on my Word of the Day calendar. But my brain was just snagging on that word because the