Magic Shifts
A Kate Daniels Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Magic is coming and going in waves in post-Shift Atlanta-and each crest leaves danger in its wake in this gripping novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Kate Daniels series.
After breaking from life with the Pack, mercenary Kate Daniels and her...
After breaking from life with the Pack, mercenary Kate Daniels and her...
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Magic is coming and going in waves in post-Shift Atlanta-and each crest leaves danger in its wake in this gripping novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Kate Daniels series.After breaking from life with the Pack, mercenary Kate Daniels and her mate-former Beast Lord Curran Lennart-are adjusting to a very different pace. While they're thrilled to escape all the infighting, Kate and Curran know that separating from the Pack completely is a process that will take time.
But when they learn that their friend Eduardo has gone missing, Kate and Curran shift their focus to investigate his disappearance. As they dig further into the merc's business, they discover that the Mercenary Guild has gone to hell and that Eduardo's recent assignments are connected in the most sinister way…
An ancient enemy has arisen, and Kate and Curran are the only ones who can stop it-before it takes their city apart piece by piece.
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Chapter OneI rode through the night-drenched streets of Atlanta on a mammoth donkey. The donkey s name was Cuddles. She was ten feet tall, including the ears, and her black-and-white hide suggested she might have held up a Holstein cow in some dark alley and was now wearing her clothes. My own blood-spattered outfit suggested I d had an interesting night. Most horses would ve been nervous about letting a woman covered with that much blood on their back, but Cuddles didn t seem to mind. Either it didn t bother her or she was a pragmatist who knew where her carrots were coming from.
The city lay in front of me, deserted, quiet, and steeped in magic, unfurling its streets to the starlight like a moonlight flower. Magic ran deep through Atlanta tonight, like a current of some phantom river, slipping into the shadowy places and waking hungry things with needle-long teeth and glowing eyes. Anyone with a drop of common sense hid behind reinforced doors and barred windows after dark. Unfortunately for me, common sense was never among my virtues. As Cuddles quietly clopped her way down the streets, the sounds of her hoof beats unnaturally loud, the night shadows watched us and I watched them back. Let s play who can be a better killer. My sword and I love this game.
None of the monsters took the bait. It might have been because of me, but most likely it was because one of them was moving parallel to my route. They smelled him, and they hid and hoped he would pass them by.
It was almost midnight. I d had a long day. My back ached, my clothes smelled of fetid blood, and a hot shower sounded heavenly. I had made two apple pies last night, and I was pretty sure that at least one piece would be left for me. I could have it tonight with my tea before I went to bed...
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An annoying spark of magic ignited in my mind. A vampire. Oh goody. The spark buzzed in my brain like an angry mosquito and moved closer. The Immortuus pathogen, the disease responsible for vampirism, killed the minds of its victims, leaving behind an empty shell driven by an all-consuming bloodlust. Left to its own devices, a vampire would hunt and slaughter, and when it ran out of things to kill, it would starve to death. This particular bloodsucker wasn t free to rampage, because its blank mind was held in a telepathic grip by a necromancer. The necromancer, or navigator as they were called, sat in a room far away, directing the vampire with his will as if it were a remote-controlled car. The navigator heard what the vampire heard, saw what the vampire saw, and if the vampire opened its mouth, the navigator s words would come out of it.
Meeting a bloodsucker this far south meant it belonged to the People, an odd hybrid of a corporation and a research facility, whose personnel dedicated themselves to the study of the undead and making money on the side. The People avoided me like the plague. Two months ago they had figured out that the man behind their organization, the nearly immortal wizard with godlike powers and legendary magic, happened to be my father. They had some difficulty with that development. So the vampire wasn t for me.
Still...I knew most of the People s patrol routes and this undead was definitely off-course. Where the hell was it going?
No. Not my circus, not my undead monkeys.
I felt the vampire make a ninety-degree turn, heading straight for me. Home, shower, apple pie. Maybe if I said it like a prayer, it would work. The distance between us shrank. Home, shower...
An undead leaped off the roof of the nearest two-story house and landed on the road next to me, gaunt, each shallow muscle visible under the thick hide, as if someone had crafted a human anatomy model out of steel wire and poured a paper-thin layer of rubber over it.
Damn it.
The undead unhinged its mouth and Ghastek s dry
An annoying spark of magic ignited in my mind. A vampire. Oh goody. The spark buzzed in my brain like an angry mosquito and moved closer. The Immortuus pathogen, the disease responsible for vampirism, killed the minds of its victims, leaving behind an empty shell driven by an all-consuming bloodlust. Left to its own devices, a vampire would hunt and slaughter, and when it ran out of things to kill, it would starve to death. This particular bloodsucker wasn t free to rampage, because its blank mind was held in a telepathic grip by a necromancer. The necromancer, or navigator as they were called, sat in a room far away, directing the vampire with his will as if it were a remote-controlled car. The navigator heard what the vampire heard, saw what the vampire saw, and if the vampire opened its mouth, the navigator s words would come out of it.
Meeting a bloodsucker this far south meant it belonged to the People, an odd hybrid of a corporation and a research facility, whose personnel dedicated themselves to the study of the undead and making money on the side. The People avoided me like the plague. Two months ago they had figured out that the man behind their organization, the nearly immortal wizard with godlike powers and legendary magic, happened to be my father. They had some difficulty with that development. So the vampire wasn t for me.
Still...I knew most of the People s patrol routes and this undead was definitely off-course. Where the hell was it going?
No. Not my circus, not my undead monkeys.
I felt the vampire make a ninety-degree turn, heading straight for me. Home, shower, apple pie. Maybe if I said it like a prayer, it would work. The distance between us shrank. Home, shower...
An undead leaped off the roof of the nearest two-story house and landed on the road next to me, gaunt, each shallow muscle visible under the thick hide, as if someone had crafted a human anatomy model out of steel wire and poured a paper-thin layer of rubber over it.
Damn it.
The undead unhinged its mouth and Ghastek s dry
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Autoren-Porträt von Ilona Andrews
Ilona Andrews
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Ilona Andrews
- 2016, 384 Seiten, Masse: 10,8 x 17,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ACE
- ISBN-10: 0425270688
- ISBN-13: 9780425270684
- Erscheinungsdatum: 09.02.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for Ilona Andrews and the #1 New York Times Bestselling Kate Daniels NovelsIlona Andrews's books are guaranteed good reads. Patricia Briggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author
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Urban fantasy absolutely does not get much better than this. SF Signal
I can t think of another series so consistent, so well written, so full of wit and action and drama that always manages to give me exactly what I m needing. Fiction Vixen
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