title: Cry Bloody Murder:: A Tale of Tainted Blood
author: Elaine Deprince
description: If you are not made of wood, tears will stain most every page of your copy of this book. Elaine DePrince is a housewife and mother of five, two of whom died of AIDS when they were young boys. They were hemophiliacs who were exposed to HIV via their use of contaminated blood-clotting products. This is the story of their brief lives and of their mother's fight against a health care cum legal system that allows pharmaceutical companies to rush their blood products to market without fear of product liability lawsuits, a system that made their unnecessary deaths possible. What makes the story all the more affecting is that the two boys were very bright and well aware of the whole awfulness of their tragedy. Just try reading the eleven-year-old Cubby DePrince's "64 Reasons Why You Do Not Want to Get AIDS" (Reason #64: "You wonder if people will still remember you after you are dead.") while holding to the belief that the FDA and the state legislatures and the blood banks and the drug companies are doing a good job.
zlib_text: Bloody Bones
  Laurell K. Hamilton
  BloodyBones
  Bloody Bones
  1
  
  Book 5 of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series
  Editor's Note: Typos from original manuscript retained.
  1
  It was St. Patrick's Day, and the only green I was wearing was a button that read, "Pinch me and you're dead meat." I'd
  started work last night with a green blouse on, but I'd gotten blood all over it from a beheaded chicken. Larry
  Kirkland, zombie-raiser in training, had dropped the decapitated bird. It did the little headless chicken dance and
  sprayed both of us with blood. I finally caught the damn thing, but the blouse was ruined.
  I had to run home and change. The only thing not ruined was the charcoal grey suit jacket that had been in the car. I
  put it back on over a black blouse, black skirt, dark hose, and black pumps. Bert, my boss, didn't like us wearing black
  to work, but if I had to be at the office at seven o'clock without any sleep at all, he would just have to live with it.
  I huddled over my coffee mug, drin