Product DescriptionTolan never wanted or expected much out of life; his only goal was to be a good Finder with his own shop and a steady income. Instead, he is stuck as an apprentice in a rundown shop run by a drunken, lazy master too busy wasting his days away to train Tolan properly. Left to his own devices, Tolan has always trained himself. Watching the shop one day while his master is out carousing during a festival, Tolan is startled when a small child wanders into his shop and loudly demands that Tolan 'Find Secret'. But locating Secret proves to be more difficult than Tolan first surmised, and leads him to a life—and a man—that he never expected to find. Views: 33
When death is met in a dream, where does the dreamer awaken? The Sun dims over Corium to its lowest ebb. Auguries are cast again and again using human entrails, but always the results are the same: the ice will come this winter and never shall it leave the fabled Isle. Gruum and Therian set out upon the final stage of their quest to save Hyborea, but to reach the skies they will have to dig deeply into the Earth...and into their own hearts. "The Dragon Wicked" is the sixth story in the Hyborean Dragons series. It is a Sword and Sorcery novella of dark fantasy by bestselling author B. V. Larson. Views: 33
Review"Gilman's deft plotting and first-class characters complement her agile blend of science and spell craft, and readers will love the Mythbusters-style fun of smart, sassy people solving mysteries through experimentation, failure, and blowing stuff up."-Publishers Weekly on Hard Magic, starred review"Features fast-paced action, wisecracking dialogue, and a pair of strong, appealing heroes."-Library Journal on Curse the Dark"An intelligent and utterly gripping fantasy thriller, by far the best of the Retrievers series to date."-Publishers Weekly on Free Fall, starred review Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Every Talent in the city probably felt it when The Roblin arrived, but most of them didn[HTML_REMOVED]t know what it was, not even after everything was done and dusted. There was maybe a sense of unease, a niggling in the back of their minds, not like they[HTML_REMOVED]d forgotten something but that something was happening that they should know about, that was going to affect them.And then it was gone: fading into the still-chilly predawn air, lost in the quiet bustle of hospital workers changing shifts, police cars idling on street corners, shortorder cooks strapping on fresh aprons and firing up grease-skimmed griddles. Those particularly sensitive to bad vibes, Null and Talent alike, shifted restlessly in their sleep, or woke feeling particularly anxious or alert, but there was nothing to tell them why they felt that way, and most of them forgot it after the first cup of coffee, and the first crisis of the day.But because it was forgotten didn[HTML_REMOVED]t mean it was gone.The malaise started downtown, and spread, like fingers of a hand stretching out to cover all five boroughs of New York City. Barely touching anything, yet sensing, feeling, absorbing the pulse of the city, finding the weak points, the delicate spots, the danger zones. And, finding them, narrowing in for the kill."All right, people, settle down."The noise level hadn[HTML_REMOVED]t been high to begin with, but the restless movements stilled almost immediately. It was Wednesday, and we were all gathered in the main conference room in the PUPI offices, which were on the seventh floor of a nondescript seven-story brick building uptown in Harlem. Outside I could hear the muffled sounds of traffic, trucks and buses and cabbies in their usual dance, sirens cutting in and out like a soprano having diva-fits in a cast of baritones. Seven of us: me, and Sharon, Pietr, Nifty, Nick, and our newest hire, Lou. And Benjamin Venec, our boss."After the past few weeks I had planned on spending time working on your defensive work, but—""We[HTML_REMOVED]ve got a job? Do I get to—?"Venec scowled at the interruption. "No."Nifty was getting itchy. Literally: he[HTML_REMOVED]d had a run-in with a molting Istiachi two weeks ago, which was unfortunate, since molting made them both pissy and toxic. He[HTML_REMOVED]d ended up with a bad rash—startlingly bright green against his black skin—that he was under strict orders not to scratch. He was also stuck on office duty until it healed, while we[HTML_REMOVED]d been out on a case, and that was really making his skin itch.The first time I[HTML_REMOVED]d ever seen Nifty during our group interview/audition for this job, I[HTML_REMOVED]d thought "well-dressed jock" and assumed he was all bulk and no brain. Working with him for the past year had proved that assumption wrong: he was smart and surprisingly sophisticated. But right now, he was more like a petulant ten-year-old than a pro-quality athlete turned paranormal P.I."Why can[HTML_REMOVED]t I…" he started to ask again, his voice not quite whining, but getting awfully close."Because you[HTML_REMOVED]re still contagious," Venec said, not even looking at him. "That[HTML_REMOVED]s fine here, where we can protect ourselves, but letting you out among Nulls, who[HTML_REMOVED]d freak if they started coming over in sparkling green itches? Forget about it, Lawrence."I hid a smile. Venec would not appreciate knowing how very much more like a parent than a boss he sounded, right then. Benjamin Venec was many, many things: smart, savvy, fierce, an utter bastard when it suited him, and hotter than hell, with dark eyes that I still couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t identify the color of, because every time I looked into them I got seriously distracted, but he was absolutely not daddy material.Nifty didn[HTML_REMOVED]t have the same physical—or emotional—reaction I did to Benjamin Venec, but Venec was the Big Dog, so Nifty subsided, spreading his hands—plate-size, and equally capable of pulling a pigskin out of the air or dragging a suspect to the ground—flat on the conference room table to keep from rubbing at his arms or legs. Since I[HTML_REMOVED]d been right behind him when the Istiachi lifted its tail and sprayed, I was sympathetic. That could have been me, if my coworker hadn[HTML_REMOVED]t massed twice my weight, and protected me from the attack.It was funny, really. When I[HTML_REMOVED]d agreed to work for the mad Talent combination of Ian Stosser and Benjamin Venec, I never thought it would result in me facing down a foot-long land-squid and ducking toxic urine in order to get the skinny on a bank robbery.J, my mentor, says I need to read more noir mysteries, to expand my expectations about this job. J still isn[HTML_REMOVED]t really 100% behind my career choice, but he tries to be supportive. I[HTML_REMOVED]m not sure Dashiell Hammett wrote about Istiachi, myself. More Lovecraft[HTML_REMOVED]s style. The land-squid were fatae, technically full and valued members of the Cosa Nostradamus, but you didn[HTML_REMOVED]t invite them to Gathers, and certainly never to lunch."Besides," Venec went on. "I need you here to work on those files with Lou."There was a faint snicker that sounded like it came from down the table, which meant Nick, which wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t a surprise. Boy still didn[HTML_REMOVED]t have an inch of self-preservation in him. Nifty glared around the table, and went back to sulking. Lou merely nodded her head, accepting both the assignment and the partnering.Nick was one of the Original Five. He looked like your basic geek…and okay, he was. But he had skills nobody else could match. Lou was new to our pack—she[HTML_REMOVED]d come on board two months ago, when the cases started coming faster and Stosser decided we needed more hands. The oldest of us by a decade, she had actual experience, having worked for a Null P.I.[HTML_REMOVED]s office before, but the first time she went out into the field as an active PUPI.Well. It had been spectacular, and not in a good way. Lou[HTML_REMOVED]s control was fabulous under training conditions, and not so much in the real world. Now she worked the back office, making sure the research records were in order, the supplies properly kept, and we[HTML_REMOVED]re never caught without proper background files. At that, she[HTML_REMOVED]s a whiz. We didn[HTML_REMOVED]t know how badly we needed an office manager until we had one in place.Venec waited to see if anyone was going to make any other comments. We weren[HTML_REMOVED]t. "After the backlog last week—" The Big Dog held up a hand to keep anyone from trying to explain or protest. "Yah, I know. That job was a goddamned disaster, and we were all stressed. But not a single one of you filed paperwork all case, and then every damn one of you dumped it on Lou[HTML_REMOVED]s desk Thursday afternoon. Tacky, people. She[HTML_REMOVED]s already gone through her initiation.""Ast mem!" Lou muttered, leaning back in her chair, and I tried not to crack a grin. My father might not have taught me much Spanish before handing me over to J, but I[HTML_REMOVED]d learned enough over the years to know what she[HTML_REMOVED]d said—and even if I hadn[HTML_REMOVED]t understood the particular slang, her tone made it clear. The rest of my cohorts—middle-class whitebread to the core, even Nifty—were clueless."As I was saying, after the backlog of last week, I had wanted you all to do some skill-work—Sharon, you still need to work on your binding spells, and Pietr and Bonnie are due for a refresher course in ducking a tail."How someone who could disappear as thoroughly as Pietr when he was stressed couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t manage to shake a tail still amazed me. But it was true: for a ghost-boy, he stuck out like a sore thumb when he was focused on following someone.My problem, according to Venec, was my hair.I reached up and touched my short blond curls selfconsciously. I[HTML_REMOVED]d thought the blue streaks were kicky. Venec had informed me, in no uncertain terms, that they were distracting, and unprofessional. And, apparently, they made me easy to pick out of a crowd.We weren[HTML_REMOVED]t supposed to stand out; we were supposed to blend in, the better to find out things people didn[HTML_REMOVED]t want known. Or, as he put it, "This isn[HTML_REMOVED]t a peacock show, damn it."He was right, okay, he was absolutely right. But I[HTML_REMOVED]d spent most of my life standing out, gleefully and with encouragement from my mentor, and this.This drabbing down to dullness was hard.Even as I let that thought slip, there was a mental touch of something, not quite sympathy—never sympathy—but a rough buck-up sort of pushback, and I sighed. Of course Venec would know I was indulging in self-pity.There was no such thing as telepathy, beyond the ping—a quick burst of information that was more visual than heard or seen—but about eight months ago we[HTML_REMOVED]d discovered that Venec and I could pick up each other[HTML_REMOVED]s emotions, even thoughts.Worse and weirder than that: our current kept getting tangled together without our willing it, something that was supposedly impossible. Magic didn[HTML_REMOVED]t work that way.The old texts, what Venec had been able to find, called it the Merge. It was rare, annoying, and not something either of us had wanted: We still didn[HTML_REMOVED]t want it. But, like Nifty[HTML_REMOVED]s rash, we had to deal with it and not let it interfere with the job.I, at least, was dealing with it by total denial. So far, so good."You had wanted to give us a break?" Sharon asked, her coffee mug—a robin[HTML_REMOVED]s-egg-blue color that matched her blond perfection, well, perfectly—halfway to her lips. "Implying that you[HTML_REMOVED]re not going to.or not able to?"Sharon liked to have things nailed down definite-like, the better to tear them apart. She was probably our best in-field operative. That scalpel-sharp brain, matched to the fact that she looked like a 1940s movie goddess, cool and lush at the same time, made her a killer investigator: people got distracted, and then she zoomed in without mercy, finding exactly what they were trying to hide.The fact that she had the ability to sense when they were actively lying was just icing on that cake."Not able to," Nifty said. As usual, he and Sharon were jocke... Views: 33
The 300 pararescue jumpers (PJs) in the world are the most elite force in the U.S. military, trained in high-risk rescue, and have never been featured in romance. PJ Wade Rocha is fast roping from a helicopter into a blizzard to rescue stranded climbers when he meets beautiful Sunny Foster, who insists she can take care of herself just fine. As the snowstorm kicks into overdrive, she and Wade must take to the frozen wilderness in a race against time...and their own explosive passions. Views: 33
Elizabeth Barber is crossing the Atlantic by liner with her perfectly adequate boyfriend, Derek, who might be planning to propose. In fleeing the UK - temporarily - Elizabeth may also be in flight from her past and the charismatic Arthur, once her partner in what she came to see as a series of crimes. Together they acted as fake mediums, perfecting the arcane skills practised by effective frauds. Elizabeth finally rejected what once seemed an intoxicating game. Arthur continued his search for the right way to do wrong. He now subsidises free closure for the traumatised and dispossessed by preying on the super-rich. The pair still meet occasionally, for weekends of sexual oblivion, but their affection lacerates as much as it consoles.She hadn't, though, expected the other man on the boat. As her voyage progresses, Elizabeth's past is revealed, codes slowly form and break as communication deepens. It's time for her to discover who are the true deceivers and who are the truly deceived.What's more, is the book itself - a fiction which may not always be lying - deceiving the reader? Offering illusions and false trails, magical numbers and redemptive humour, this is a novel about what happens when we are misled and when we are true: an extraordinarily intricate and intimate journey into our minds and hearts undertaken by a writer of great gifts - a maker of wonders. Views: 33
The spellbinding Orphans series concludes in this thrilling new novel from V.C. Andrews®..."All
for one and one for all" was the girls' motto. In the grim foster home
for orphans run by Louise and Gordon Tooey, at least Brooke, Crystal,
Raven, and Butterfly had each other. Calling themselves "sisters,"
together they could forget the past and dream of a new chance...a real
home. Then they discovered a secret even more haunting than Gordon's
heavy boots pounding on the wooden floors. Their fragile hopes of a
better life shattered, they escaped the only way they could. Soon they
were runaways in a borrowed car, desperately wishing to wake up one
morning in a place of sunshine and love.Raven hoped to be a
singer, Butterfly wanted to be a dancer, Crystal planned for college,
and Brooke privately hoped to find her mother in California. On the open
road the chains of sadness that had bound them seemed to melt away, and
the kindness of strangers made a secure future seem almost real. But
the highway was a dangerous place, and soon they were penniless and more
vulnerable than ever. Alone under the wide western sky, they had only
each other to ask if they should give up their dreams...or if they were
really halfway to a haven of safety and happiness.... Views: 33
Is Melvin Beederman DOOMED?Mysterious threatening e-mails, a sad sidekick, and . . . country music? Melvin Beederman and his partner in uncrime, Candace, are really in trouble. Once again someone is out to get them, and this time not even the Superhero's Code can save Melvin from a terrible bologna-filled plight. Candace alone can rescue him--if only she can remember the country singer's motto: "When all else fails, sing about your dog."Melvin Beederman has launched himself as a flying success with kids and adults alike. And the sky is the limit with this fourth book! Views: 33
If you could wish for a different life, would you? What if that life changed everything you thought was real?Adopted as a baby, Hazel Hayes has always been alone. She's never belonged anywhere—and has always yearned to know the truth about where she comes from. So when she receives three stunning, enchanted dresses—each with the power to grant one wish—Hazel wishes to know her mother. Transported to a time and place she couldn't have imagined, Hazel finds herself living an alternate life—a life with the mother she never knew.Over the course of one amazing, miraculous summer, Hazel finds her home, falls in love, and forms an unexpected friendship. But will her search to uncover her past forever alter her future?In the heart-pounding, luminous sequel to WISH, Alexandra Bullen asks the question: If you could wish for a new life . . . would you? Views: 33
