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Friday, March 11, 2011

Well Helloo There! I'm Back!(Hopefully) And Snippets!!

Ok so I've been neglecting to blog for months and months.  I have a good reason though but I wouldn't want you getting bored.  So anyhow, let the good times roll!! Here's a snippet from my fave author and series: Ilona Andrews and Magic Slays. Enjoy!! (I seriously need to catch-up on reading blogs here.)

PROLOGUE~

The ringing of the phone jerked me from my sleep.  I clawed my eyes open and rolled off my bed.  For some reason, someone had moved the floor several feet lower than I had expected, and I fell and crashed with a thud.
Ow.
A blond head popped over the side of the bed and a familiar male voice asked,  “Are you okay down there?”
Curran.  The Beast Lord was in my bed.  No, wait a minute, I didn’t have a bed, because my insane aunt had destroyed my apartment.  I was mated to the Beast Lord, which meant I was in the Keep, in Curran’s rooms and in his bed.  Our bed.  Which was four feet high.  Right.
“Kate?”
“I’m fine.”
“Would you like me to install one of those child playground slides for you?”
I flipped him off and picked up the phone.  “Yes?”
“Good morning, Consort,” a female voice said.
Consort?  That was new.  Usually the shapeshifters called me Alpha or Lady, and occasionally Mate.  Being called Mate ranked somewhere between drinking sour milk and getting a root canal on my list of Things I Hated, so most people had learned to avoid that one.
“I have Assistant Principal Parker on the line.  He says it’s urgent.”
Julie.  “I’ll take it.”
Julie was my ward.   Nine months ago she “hired” me to find her missing mother.  We found her mother’s body instead, being eaten by Celtic sea demons who had decided to pop up in the middle of Atlanta and resurrect a wanna-be god.  It didn’t go well for the demons.  It didn’t go well for Julie either, and I took her in, the way Greg, my now deceased guardian, had taken me in years ago, when my father passed away.
People around me died, usually in horrible and bloody ways, so I’d sent Julie to the best boarding school I could find.  Trouble was, Julie hated the school with the fiery  passion of a thousand suns.  She’d ran away three times in the past six months.  The last time Assistant Principal Parker called, a girl in the school’s locker room had accused Julie of being a whore during the two years she’d spent on the street.  My kid took exception to that and decided to communicate that by applying a chair to the offending party’s head.  I’d told her to go for the gut next time – it left less evidence.
If Parker was calling, Julie was in trouble again, and since he was calling at six o’clock in the morning, that trouble had a capital T attached to it.  Julie rarely did anything halfway.
Around me the room lay steeped in gloom.  We were on the top floor of the Keep.  To my left a window offered a view of the Pack land: an endless dark sky, still untouched by dawn, and below it dark woods rolling into the night.  In the distance the half-ruined city stained the horizon.  The magic was in full swing – we were lucky it didn’t take out the phone lines – and the distant industrial-strength fey lanterns glowed like tiny blue stars among the crumbling  buildings.  A ward shielded the window, and when the moonlight hit it just right, the entire scene shimmered with pale silver, as if hidden behind a translucent gauzy curtain.
The female voice came back online.  “Consort?”
“Yes?”
“He put me on hold.”
“So he calls because it’s urgent and puts you on hold?”
“Yes.”
Jackass.
“Should I hang up?” she asked.
“No, it’s okay.  I’ll hold.”
The world’s pulse skipped a beat.   The ward guarding the window vanished.  Something buzzed in the wall and the electric floor lamp on the left blinked and snapped into life, illuminating the night table with a warm yellow glow.  I reached over and turned it off.
In the distance, the blue feylantern stars winked out of existence.  For a breath, the city was dark.  A bright flash sparked with white among the ruins, blossoming into an explosion of light and fire.  A moment later a thunderclap rolled through the night.  Probably a transponder exploding after the magic wave receded.  A weak red glow illuminated the horizon. You’d think it was the sunrise, but the last time I’d checked, the sun rose in the east, not south-west.  I squinted at the red light.  Yep, Atlanta was burning.  Again.
Magic had drained from the world and technology had once again gained the upper hand.  People called it the Post-Shift resonance.  Magic came and went as it pleased, flooding the world like a tsunami, dragging bizarre monsters into our reality, stalling engines, jamming guns, eating tall buildings, and vanishing again without warning.  Nobody knew when it would assault us or how long each wave would last.  Eventually magic would win this war, but for now technology was putting up a hell of a fight, and we were stuck in the middle of the chaos, struggling to rebuild a half-ruined world according to new rules.
The phone clicked and Parker’s baritone filled my ear.  “Good morning, Ms. Daniels.  I’m calling to inform you that Julie has left our premises.”
Not again.
Curran’s arms closed around me and he hugged me to him.  I leaned back against him.  “How?”
“She mailed herself.”
“I’m sorry?”
Parker cleared his throat.  “As you know, all of our students are required to perform two hours of school service a day.  Julie worked in the mail room.  We viewed it as the best location, because she was under near constant supervision and had no opportunities to leave the building. Apparently, she obtained a large crate, falsified a shipping label, and mailed herself inside it.”
Curran chuckled into my ear.
I turned and bumped my head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.
“We found the crate near the leyline.”
Well, at least she was smart enough to get out of the crate before it was pushed into the magic current.  With my luck, she’d end up getting shipped to Cape Horn.
“She’ll come back here,” I said.  “I’ll bring her back in a couple of days.”
Parker pronounced the words very carefully.  “That won’t be necessary.”
“What do you mean, not necessary?”
He sighed.  “Ms. Daniels, we are educators.  We’re not prison guards.  In the past school year Julie ran away three times.  She’s a very intelligent child, very inventive, and it’s painfully obvious that she doesn’t want to be here.  Nothing short of shackling her to the wall will keep her on our premises and I’m not convinced that even that would work.  I spoke to her after her previous caper, and it’s my opinion that she will continue to run away.  She doesn’t want to be a part of this school.  Keeping her here against her will requires a significant expenditure of our resources and we can’t afford to be held liable for any injuries Julie may incur in these escape attempts. We’re refunding the remainder of her tuition.  I’m very sorry.”
If I could reach through the phone, I’d strangle him.  On second thought, if I had that type of psychic power, I might pluck Julie from wherever she was instead and drop her in the middle of the room.  She would be begging to go back to that bloody school by the time I was done.
Parker cleared his throat again.  “I have a list of alternative educational institutions I can recommend to you…”
“That won’t be necessary.”  I hung up.  I had a list of alternative educational institutions already.  I had put it together after Julie’s first escape.  She shot all of them down.
A wide grin split Curran’s face.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s very funny.  Besides, it’s better this way.”
I swiped my jeans off the chair and pulled them on.  “They kicked my kid out of their school.  How the hell is that better?”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find Julie and I’ll ground her ass until she forgets what the sun looks like, and then I’ll go over to that school and pull their legs out.”
Curran laughed.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s also not their fault. They tried to help her and cut her a lot of slack.  She hates that damn school.  You shouldn’t have put her there in the first place.”
“Well, thank you, your Furriness, for this critique of my parenting decisions.”
“It’s not a critique, it’s a statement of fact.  Do you know where your kid is right now?  No, you don’t.  You know where she isn’t: she isn’t at the school and she isn’t here.”
Pot kettle.  “As I recall, you didn’t know where your Chief of Security and his entire crew were for almost a week.”  I pulled on my turtleneck.
“I knew exactly where they were.  They were with you.  I could’ve fixed that situation, but some wanna-be pit fighter stuck her noise into my mess and made a mistake into a disaster.”
I picked up my sword.  “No, I saved the day.  You just don’t want to admit it.”
Curran leaned forward.  “Kate.”
The sound of my name in his voice stopped me in mid-turn.  I don’t know how the hell he did it, but whenever he said my name, it cut through all other distractions and made me pause, as if he’d clenched me to him and kissed me.
Curran rubbed my shoulders.  “Put the sword down for a second.”
Fine.  I put Slayer back on the night table and crossed my arms.
“Humor me.  What’s the harm in keeping Julie here?  With us?  She has a room already.  She has a friend – Doolittle’s grandniece really likes her.”
“Maddie.”
“Yes, Maddie.  There are fifteen hundred shapeshifters in the Pack.  One more screwed up kid isn’t going to break anything.”
“It’s not about that.”
“Then what is it?”
“People around me die, Curran.  They drop like flies. I’ve gone through life leaving a trail of dead bodies behind me.  My mother is dead, my step-father is dead, my guardian is dead, my aunt is dead – because I killed her, and when my real father finds me, he’ll move heaven and earth to make me dead.  I don’t want Julie to live stumbling from one violent clash to another, always worried that people she cares about won’t survive.  You and I will never have normal, but if she stayed in that school, she could have.”
Curran shrugged.  “The only people who can have normal are the ones unaffected by all the fucked up shit that happens around them.  Julie doesn’t want normal.  She probably can’t deal with it.  She’ll get out of that school and run right into the fire to prove to herself she can take the heat.   It will happen one way or another.  Keeping her away just ensures she won’t be prepared when she’s on her own.”
I leaned back against the night table. “I just want her to be safe.  I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”
Curran pulled me close.  “We can keep her safe here.  She can go to one of our schools, or we can take her to somewhere in the city.  She is yours, but now that we’re mated, she’s also mine, which makes her the ward of the Beast Lord and his mate.  Trust me, nobody wants to piss the two of us off.  Besides, we have three hundred shapeshifters in the Keep at any moment and each one of them will kill anything that threatens her.  Can’t get safer than that.”
He had a point.  I couldn’t have Julie staying with me before, when I lived in a shabby apartment with failing heat.  It got attacked every time I found a lead on one of my cases.  I’d worked for the Order of Merciful Aid back then, and it demanded every ounce of my time.  Julie would have been on her own for most of the day, without me to take care of her and make sure she ate and stayed safe.  Things were different now.  Now Julie could stay here, in the Keep full of homicidal maniacs who grew teeth the size of switchblades and erupted into a violent frenzy when threatened.
Somehow that thought failed to make me feel better.
“You will have to train her one way or another,” Curran said.  “If you want her to hold her own.”
He was right.  I knew he was right, but I still didn’t like it.  “We’re about a hundred miles from Macon?”
He nodded.  “Give or take.”
“She’ll be staying away from the leyline and she’s carrying wolfsbane.”
“Why?” Curran frowned.
“Because the last time she took off, Derek picked her up at a leypoint and brought her here in a Pack Jeep.  He even stopped to get her some fried chicken and ice-cream.  She had a great time, so I told her that if she pulled this stunt again, she wouldn’t get anywhere near the Keep.  I would either come myself or send somebody who would find her and take her straight back to the school.  No going to the Keep, no getting attention from me and Derek, no gossiping with Maddie, no passing go or collecting two hundred dollars.  She wants to avoid being caught, so she’s walking home.”
Curran grinned.  “She’s determined, I’ll give her that.”
“Could you send a tracker out there to watch over her but keep out of sight?”
“What are you thinking?”
“Let her walk.  A hundred miles over rugged terrain, it will take her a couple of days.”  When I was a kid, Voron, my stepfather, would drive me into the woods and drop me off with nothing but a canteen and a knife.  Julie wasn’t me. But she was a smart kid, good on the street.  I had no doubt she could make it to the Keep on her own.  Still, better safe than sorry.
“Two birds with one stone: it’s a good punishment for running away and when she gets here and we let her stay, she’ll feel like she earned it.”
“I’ll send some wolves out.  They’ll find her and they’ll keep her safe.”
I kissed his lips and picked up my sword.  “Thank you.  And tell them not to spoil her with fried chicken if they have to pick her up.”
Curran shook his head.  “I can’t promise that.  I’m not a complete bastard.”

Monday, July 26, 2010

A Magic Slay Snippet

Finally! I found a new snippet from  Magic Slays and I've been meaning to share it in my blog since last week.  But alas, the daughter got sick and I was busy being paranoid and taking care of her that I haven't found the time.  It was actually a stolen snippet by Gordon (I subscribed from their blog).  Those couple are funny (grins).  So, I'm not gonna delay anymore.  Read on below!


A few feet down, a floor to ceiling glass window offered the view of Beast Lord’s private gym.  His Majesty was in residence, doing dips on the high parallel bars.  I stopped and watched him through the glass.
He’d taken his ripped up sweatshirt off, presenting me with a view of a broad back in a white T-shirt.  He wore a pale leather belt eight inches wide with two sets of clips, one set in the back and one in the front.  Curran had threaded chains through the weights and hooked them up to the clips.  He gripped the bars, lowering and raising himself, his movements smooth and unlabored.   Four weights, forty five each, a hundred and eighty pounds, plus the chains, plus his own weight.  It’s good to be the Beast Lord.
Up and down, up and down, working the triceps, smooth muscles bulging and relaxing.  The bars creaked a little.  Sweat slicked his short blond hair.  His skin glowed with a slightly damp sheen.  A slow insistent heat spread through me.  I could picture him in bed above me and the thought sent a pleasant thrill all the way down to my toes.
I missed him so much, it almost hurt.  It started the moment I left the Keep and nagged at me all day.  Every day I had to fight with myself to keep from making up bullshit reasons to call to the Keep so I could hear his voice.  I was like some sort of lovesick puppy.   My only saving grace was that Curran wasn’t handling this whole mating thing any better.  Yesterday he’d called me at the office claiming that he couldn’t find his socks.  We talked for two hours.
He was all mine.  I could walk in there right now, slide my hands along that shimmering skin, feeling the steel-hard muscle underneath, and make him drop off the bars.  He would land on his feet and then he’d turn around and kiss me.  When Curran kissed me, everything else disappeared.  I wanted that right now, I wanted to feel his hands touching me, I wanted him to kiss me.  I wanted to know that I was home and safe, and that he still loved me.
I’d been standing by the glass for a while now, but Curran gave no indication of knowing I was there.  He had to have heard me come down the hall – the gym door stood wide open and the shapeshifter hearing was legendary.  His Majesty was in an ill humor, indeed.  Just as well – having him turn around and seeing me drool like some sort of idiot would’ve completely cramped my style.  A woman had to have some dignity left.
I headed to the open door of the gym.  Usually we sparred after work.  I’d been looking forward to it.  I needed to blow off some steam.
I stopped by the door and shrugged off my cloak.  I unbuckled the back sheath with my saber in it, placed it down on the floor, took off my shoes,  and stepped into the gym.
I was on my fourth step when I realized that the parallel bars stood empty.  The weight belt, complete with chains and weights still attached to it lay on the floor.
I wheeled around.  Curran leaned against the door, blocking the exit.  His arms were crossed on his chest.  Carved muscle bulged on his biceps.  Grey eyes met my gaze.  “You have something to tell me, Lucy?”
Oh-oh.  “Nope.”
He peeled himself from the door.  “You sure?”
Let’s see, a dead vamp, a dismembered journeyman, a nice GBI officer who came to see me, a fifteen year old bouda having group sex in public…  “Positive.”
“So your day was uneventful?”
“My day was fine.”  I waved the box at him.  “Chocolate?”
Curran moved across the floor with fluid predator grace.  I moved with him, circling toward the mat.  He made no sound as he walked, stalking me like a ghost.  A gold sheen drenched his irises and vanished.  Ill humor, my ass.  He was pissed as hell.  He couldn’t possibly know about the whole People-Gray affair this morning.   And what he didn’t know, couldn’t hurt-
Curran lunged.  Stopping him in mid-lunge was like trying to halt a battering ram.  I dropped the chocolate, grabbed his T-shirt, planted my foot on his waist, and fell backward, using all of his momentum to throw him over me.  He had a lot of momentum.  I threw him clear over my head and about ten feet out.
He landed on his back, sprung up, and leaped back at me.  I rolled into crouch, shot up, and caught his chin with the heel of my hand as he landed.  His head snapped back.  I rolled clear and backed away.
Curran shook his head.  Ha-ha.  Felt that, Your Majesty?
He started toward me.  At heart Curran was a grappler.  I’d learned the hard way that if he got a hold of me, the show was over.  I snapped a light front kick to his side and backed up.  Tap.
He kept coming.
Tap to the thigh.
Nothing.
Tap to the thigh.  Tap to the side, tap.
Curran moved forward and right.  My kick missed by a hair.  He grabbed my shin with his left hand, clamping it between his arm and his side, and swept my other leg from under me.  Nice!  A kung-fu takedown.   The mat slapped my back.  I tried to roll back up, but he landed on top of me, catching my wrists.  That’s it, game over.  Once he clamped me down, I didn’t have a prayer of breaking free.
“Pretty,” I breathed.  “When did you learn it?”
Curran put my hands together, holding my wrists with one hand, and peered into my eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Curran moved my hands to the other side, looked into my eyes again, and touched the tip of my nose with his finger.  “Pupils don’t seem to be dilated.  You aren’t high, you aren’t drunk.  What the hell possessed you to run out of a nice safe office into a gun fight?”