Bring It On (Retrievers Series #3)

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Nobody said juggling a career and a relationship would be easy... Wren Valere used to have a simple life. Her partner Sergei would negotiate the terms of the Retrieval — all right, the theft — and she would use her magical Talent to carry it out. Paycheck deposited, on to the next job.

Now? Her relationship with Sergei is even more complicated (sex will do that). Her fellow lonejacks are trying to organize against the Mage's Council. The nonhuman population of Manhattan is ...

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Nobody said juggling a career and a relationship would be easy... Wren Valere used to have a simple life. Her partner Sergei would negotiate the terms of the Retrieval — all right, the theft — and she would use her magical Talent to carry it out. Paycheck deposited, on to the next job.

Now? Her relationship with Sergei is even more complicated (sex will do that). Her fellow lonejacks are trying to organize against the Mage's Council. The nonhuman population of Manhattan is getting fed up with being ignored and abused. And the Council? Well, they have an agenda of their own, and it's not one the lonejacks are going to like.

And Sergei is far too involved with the Silence, his former employers, for Wren's liking.

When it comes down to choosing sides, the first rule of the lonejack credo is "Don't get involved." But when friends are in danger, and the city you love is at risk, sometimes getting into the thick of things is all you can do.…

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373802401
  • Publisher: Luna
  • Publication date: 7/1/2006
  • Series: Retrievers Series , #3
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 5.13 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Laura Anne Gilman is the author of the popular Cosa Nostradamus books for Luna (the “Retrievers” and “Paranormal Scene Investigations” urban fantasy series), and the Nebula award-nominated The Vineart War trilogy from Pocket, as well as the YA trilogy GRAIL QUEST for Harper. Her first story collection is DRAGON VIRUS and she continues to write and sell short fiction in a variety of genres. Follow her at @LAGilman or www.lauraannegilman.net
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The demon in her kitchen was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"How the hell did things get so bad, so fast?" Wren asked him, staring down at the sheets of paper on the table in front of her. Nothing to make her break into a cold sweat, on first or even second glance. It was just paper. Nice paper, but nothing expensive. Three double-spaced sheets, neatly typewritten, with decent margins. It had arrived in a manila envelope with her name written on the front in dark blue ink, carried in a courier bag slung over the shoulder of the demon, who had handed it to her wordlessly and then gone to investigate the innards of her refrigerator.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" the demon asked now, curious. The butter knife looked odd in his clawed paw, as though he should not be able to handle it, but he wielded the dull blade with surprising dexterity. "Only if you're going to reassure me that everything's peaches, and the city's about to break out into spontaneous song and dance," she said. "And I don't mean West Side Story kind of dancing, either."

She forced her eyes away from the letter, and looked at her companion. There was a smear of jelly on the counter, and another one in his coarse white fur. And he had used the last of the peanut butter. So much for a midday snack. She sighed, and looked away again. Other than that, it was the kind of late autumn day that Wren Valere loved the most: cool and crisp, the sky a bright blue, what little of it she could see out her kitchen window and past the neighboring buildings. Almost like Mother Nature was apologizing for the hell she had put everyone through over the summer.

And, as always, thoughts of that summer made Wren close her eyes and take a moment to center and ground, emotionally.

The entire summer had sucked. The deal with the devil that her business partner Sergei had made with his former employers to keep her safe when the Council of Mages had threatened her and her livelihood had come back to haunt them -- literally. The Silence -- a group of mysterious dogooders with a sizable checkbook -- had offered what had seemed like a lifesaver of a job, but --

Her grounding faltered, then came back.

Lee's death during that job hadn't been her fault, no. But it was her responsibility. And the simple fact of it made her core -- the inner storehouse of magic that every Talent carried within them, like a power pack -- seethe under the weight of the guilt she carried. It felt like snakes in her gut, tendrils in her brain. It felt like --

"Ow!"

A furry, leather-palmed paw struck the side of her face, not as hard as it might have, but harder than a love tap.

"What the hell was that for?" she asked, her hand going to her face as though expecting to feel blood, or at least heat rising from the skin. Thankfully, he'd kept his long, curved black claws away from delicate human flesh.

"Self-pity." The demon climbed back onto his chair, bringing his sandwich with him and watching her with those dark red eyes that were the mark of his breed.

"Doesn't look good on you."

"Great. The entire lonejack community is freaking out over what might or might not be Council-directed attacks on them, the fatae are claiming that humans are targeting them, my love life is going seriously weird, and I'm getting slapped for self-pity by a four foot tall polar bear with attitude. Who has jelly in his fur."

P.B. took a bite out of his lunch, and swallowed, ignoring her last crack. "You're wallowing, Valere. Lee's dead. He's gone. Move on, or you're going to be distracted at the wrong time, and get yourself dead, too." He relented, only a little bit. "Damn it, I liked him, too. I trusted him."

"You didn't get him killed."

"Didn't I?"

That made her look up and meet his gaze.

She had known the demon presently sitting in her kitchen for years. Almost ten, in fact. In all that time, he had been effective in his job as courier of privy information and items, witty in his comments, and aggressive in his refusal to get involved in anything other than his own life. In short, the perfect lonejack, even if he was a fatae, one of the non-humans who were part of the Cosa Nostradamus, the magical community.

All that had changed over the past six months, when P.B. had somehow, for some reason, gotten tangled up in the vigilante attacks against other fatae; human vigilantes, preaching hate with guns and bats.

Wren had friends among the fatae, more than just this one demon. She was ashamed now to admit that she had shrugged the first attacks off as random violence; not acceptable, but normal enough. Prejudice happened. Violence happened. That was life, unfortunately. She had been angry -- but not proactive. The question of who these humans were affiliated with, how they knew about the fatae: those things hadn't been dealt with the moment the severity of and prep behind the attacks became clear. The fact that she had been ears-deep in a job was no excuse.

She had been worried enough to ask her friend Lee to keep an eye on the demon when she and Sergei had left for Italy to Retrieve the Nescanni parchment, the "little job" the Silence had hired them for. But that had been just to keep her friends out of trouble. P.B. had then inveigled Lee into helping him with his investigation into the human vigilantes who seemed to be targeting the non-human population. That investigation had led to the two of them meeting with various fatae leaders, trying to prevent the anger against humans -- specifically, Talents -- from growing out of control.

What had been a relatively simple case of hate crimes then blossomed into a potential Cosa-wide chasm.

And then a fatae had tried to kill Wren, for some reason seeing her as the human behind those meetings, and Lee paid the price for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Grow up," P.B. advised, not unkindly. "You did everything you could do, more than anyone else bothered to. If you want to beat yourself up because you're not some perfect goddess of unfailing generosity and loving kindness, do it when I'm not around. That sort of thing makes me sick." He took a bite of his sandwich and said again, "Really. Grow up."

"Growing up sucks." It really did. "And you still have jelly in your fur. Left shoulder. Messy eater." He was right. Miserable bastard. She wasn't any kind of goddess. She was a selfish, self-interested, puny excuse for a sentient being. She also couldn't change what had happened.

Nobody had enough current to do-over the past.

She picked up the paper and stared at it again. Deal with what's happening now, Valere.

The paper still said the same thing it had the first three times she read it. Another Talent has gone missing. Tally up to seven. WTF is going on? And why? Are you doing this? Godless bastards, why?

Not on those words, of course. Not to the Council. The language was formal. The wording was polite. The passion behind it unmistakable. And the paranoia practically leaking out of the ink. A manifesto, if ever she'd seen one. Which, actually, she hadn't.

The Talents who had drafted this document weren't calling it that, of course -- they fell back, as Talents tended to do, on historical precedent, and called it a -- she checked to make sure she had the wording correct -- "a petition to address the grievances of," etc., etc.

This wasn't exactly unexpected, even if it was annoying. Fatae were blaming all humans for the attacks on their kind. Lonejacks were blaming the Council for Talents who had gone missing, or were otherwise assaulted. There was just enough truth in all their suspicions to make violence in return seem like a logical response.

Wren didn't know who the Mage Council was blaming for what, but she was pretty sure it was someone, for something.

"Am I the last sane person left in this city? Don't answer that," she warned the demon. "A petition to the Council -- Jesus wept. All right, all right. I don't know what they think this is going to do, but…" She made a few final additions in the margin with a red ballpoint pen, and then signed her initials next to them in a small, neat hand. She wasn't ready to sign onto this version, not yet. But if they made those changes, moderated the paranoia, asked for specific things rather than a blanket admission of guilt that hadn't been proven yet…

"Take this back. Tell them to…don't tell them anything, just give it back to them." She caught a glimpse of the small, battery-operated clock on the far wall. Almost 4:00 p.m.

"And scoot. I have a client coming."

"Here?"

"Yes, here." She picked up the courier's bag from where he had dropped it, and handed it back to the demon, giving him clear indication that this conversation was over. He looked as though he might argue, but simply sighed and took the bag from her. Dropping the paperwork into the internal pocket, he slung it back over his shoulder.

"Go. Get paid. Go home. And next time you have to deliver anything here," she said as he crawled back out the small kitchen window onto the fire escape, "bring your own damn lunch. Or at least clean up after yourself!"

The mess actually wasn't too bad; P.B. was a mooch, but not a slob. Wren had managed to give the entire kitchen a wipe-down, throw the dark green coverlet over her bed -- covering night-rumpled sheets -- and straighten the books and papers in her office before the client was actually due to arrive. Not that the client should be seeing either bedroom or office, but her mother's training seemed to kick in at the most inconvenient times. God forbid someone should be in the house when a bed was unmade.

The buzzer rang before she could start to contemplate the state of the kitchen floor, all five square feet of it.

"Is this…do I have the right address?"

The voice on the other side of the intercom was female. Attractively nuanced. Young. Educated, but not hoity-toity, to use one of her mother's most annoying phrases. You could tell the difference, if you listened. People gave so much away in their voices, you could close your eyes and see their emotions in the tenor of their throat. And that had nothing whatsoever to do with current.

Wren waited. "Is this The Wren?" The voice was coming as though from farther away than street level. "It's Anna Rosen. We spoke yesterday?"

Upstairs, Wren leaned against the wall, pressing her forehead against the cool plaster as though to ward away the headache that had kicked in the moment the buzzer sounded. Bad sign. Very, very bad sign.

Finally her hand came up and -- despite the headache, despite the forebodings -- hit the door buzzer, letting the client in.

The intercom was new. Or rather, not new, but newly working. Sergei had hired an electrician to come in and fix it after years of waiting for the landlord to do something, paying triple-time to get it done over Labor Day weekend, and making her promise to use it. No matter who she knew was coming, no matter how silly it made her feel.

The fact that the first time anyone used it was a potential client, a potential client that she was meeting behind his back and without his knowledge, wasn't something she was willing to think about, yet. Maybe not ever.

She hadn't had a secret -- a real secret -- from Sergei since she was twenty-four.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2010

    Gsve up on the series

    I started the series after NPR recommended Gilman's new Paranormal CSI series. I found these books to be repetitive and the main character didn't grow enough from book to book. She isn't terribly likeable. I have a hard time identifying with an adult who lives like a college student. Wren regularly disregards the partnership arrangement she has with Sergei and why she does so is never adequately explained.

    While Sergei is likeable, Gilman was too slow to provide additional information about his past. I got tired of waiting. Finally, Gilman over uses a couple of techniques - Wren filing away ideas for analysis later and something striking her as not quite right (but going head first into the situation regardless).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2009

    great book to get lost in

    This is a great book to get lost in if you want to get away for a little bit. Just be careful, it's very difficult to put down.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    An action-packed romantic fantasy

    Wren Valerie is a Retrieval Artist (some might call her a thief) who is a Talent using a charge of power, many times electrical in nature to use her magic. Her latest case involves Anna Rosen, a Null (a human with no talent) who wants Wren to retrieve a piece of jewelry that is in her stepmother¿s possession even though it belonged to Anna¿s mother. She accepts the job without letting her Null business partner and lover Sergei Didier as a way of asserting her independence.----------- Wren¿s attention is wrenched away from the job when it looks like the different factions in Manhattan are going to battle. The fatae (magical sentient creatures once though to belong only in fantasy or children¿s books) are the victim of human hate crimes, lonejacks, independent operators like Wren are disappearing and the fatae doesn¿t want to join forces with the lonejacks who have ignored them in the past. All factions think the Mage Council is behind the vigilante assaults, the disappearances and the forcible attempts to bring the lonejacks to heel. Wren proposes an alliance between the fatae and the lonejacks and is spearheading the unification believing they must to stand together to survive whatever the Council is planning.------------- The latest Reviewer novel is an action-packed romantic fantasy in which different factions of the magical community make alliances in preparation for a possible war with the Mage Council. Laura Anne Gilman is in the same League as Laurell K. Hamilton, creating a world where humans, magical beings and Talents all know about each other and sometimes even mange to co-exist peacefully. Ms. Gilman is a great world builder who makes readers desire to believe her world actually exists.----------- Harriet Klausner

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