City of Souls (Signs of the Zodiac Series #4)

City of Souls (Signs of the Zodiac Series #4)

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by Vicki Pettersson
     
 

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In Sin City, a little girl suffers from a strange and terrible malady. If she dies, the Light will die along with her.

Warrior, avenger, Joanna Archer has survived countless otherworldly terrors—and has found her rightful place among the agents battling the all-pervasive evil of Shadow . . . even as she struggles against the darkness within herself.

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Overview

In Sin City, a little girl suffers from a strange and terrible malady. If she dies, the Light will die along with her.

Warrior, avenger, Joanna Archer has survived countless otherworldly terrors—and has found her rightful place among the agents battling the all-pervasive evil of Shadow . . . even as she struggles against the darkness within herself.

A war is raging for Las Vegas—a city without a heart—one that catapults Joanna into a new world hidden from mortal sight. In this lethally seductive alternate dimension the lines blur between good and evil, love and hate, and here lies the last hope for the Light. But Joanna's price of admission is a piece of her own soul—and the odds of her escaping are slim . . . to none.

Editorial Reviews

Romantic TimesBOOKclub
"This fourth book in Pettersson’s Sign of the Zodiac is a wild roller-coaster read. With a kick-ass heroine and characters who blur the line between good and evil, this book will have readers panting for more."
Kim Harrison
“The Scent of Shadows came out of nowhere and slapped me silly. … You’re going to love this.”
Charlaine Harris
“...Read at your own risk —it’ll keep you up past your bedtime.”
Kelley Armstrong
“Pettersson’s paranormal world is as original as it is compelling. The action comes fast and furious. Like Las Vegas itself, this is an adventure that’ll keep you up all night.”
Melissa Marr
“Passion and intrigue, heartbreak and victory--THE TOUCH OF TWILIGHT offers an intricate plot populated with complex characters. Nothing is predictable in Vicki Pettersson’s newest novel . . . except the need to read more.”
Romantic Times BOOKclub
“This fourth book in Pettersson’s Sign of the Zodiac is a wild roller-coaster read. With a kick-ass heroine and characters who blur the line between good and evil, this book will have readers panting for more.”

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061933080
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
06/30/2009
Series:
Signs of the Zodiac Series , #4
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
114,185
File size:
1 MB

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City of Souls
The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac

Chapter One

Hanging out in the perfumed, puke-inducing dressing room of an overpriced boutique was hardly my idea of a good time, but right now it was the only place I could get a moment to myself. Olivia Archer...debutante, casino heiress, and lingerie expert...had been my much beloved sister, and while I still mourned her passing everyday, being her was more involved than I'd ever expected. There were benefits to attend, bachelors to date . . . silk negligees to be purchased. And tonight there was a bachelorette party for one of her BFFs. More than two hundred women flitted around at what had mushroomed into one of the social events of the year. That was why I had to escape behind a pink velvet-covered stall door just to send a text message. Though this wasn't just any text message.

Where the hell are you?

There. Cryptic enough that if intercepted no one would know it was a text sent from one superhero to another. Imploring enough that Vanessa would find me as soon as possible. She knew these über-feminine social events made me twitchy.

As if on cue, the door to the dressing room was flung open wide, banging against the opposite side to rattle the wall mirrors. " . . . I mean, she can't just get married like everyone else, can she?"

"Please. That woman lives for attention."

I came to attention too, because I knew those voices. Lena Carradine and Madeleine Cross, two of society's finest.

And they were talking about one of my mortals, I thought, narrowing my eyes to peek through a crack in my dressing stall.

"No, first she has to celebrate for an entire weekhere," Lena said, flipping back a lock of her auburn hair. Extensions, I sneered, getting a good glimpse of the false locks and mentally patting my own back. Six months ago I never would've spotted the bonding glue. "Spend more money than has ever been spent on a Las Vegas wedding...""Well, it's not her money, is it?"

My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down.

where R U

I frowned. Vanessa Valen knew exactly where I was. She was supposed to be with me. And what was with the truncated text? Her work as a reporter might just be a cover, but it'd been chosen precisely because she had the grammar bug. She hated sloppy texts.

Just hurry. I wrote back. I can't do this by myself.

I tucked the phone back in my Dior and smiled wryly. As an agent of Light, I could have just as easily been talking about our enemy Shadow agents, paranormal beings who fed off negative energy, manipulating the mortal population in order to stir up dissension and chaos. Or I could have been referencing a recent training session with the rest of our troop, a matriarchal corps based on the signs of the Zodiac. But no, I meant enduring a whole evening surrounded by society women whose verbal sniping made supernatural battles look like sandbox swipes. As if on cue, Madeleine joined in.

"And then fly off for another weeklong Indian celebration. I mean, where is Hindu, anyway?"

"It's where the guy in your iPhone lives."

I'd only taken over my deceased sister's identity, life, and lifestyle a year ago, but I'd already met Lena and Madeleine. Saying they were self-absorbed and vain was like saying Madonna craved attention. It was a hunger without end.

And now they were devouring one of their own. "And talk about tacky. I mean, are we in her native Texas with all these gourmet barbecue sauce party favors?"

Okay, so she had a point there. The hot sauce didn't exactly fit with the boudoir theme.

"Or some third world country with their barbaric beauty customs?"

Lena was referring to the henna that had been painstakingly applied to our hands the day before, intricate whorls, dots, and swoops that had turned our bodies into eastern art. Mine had been a beautiful mandala, often depicted in sand paintings by Buddhist monks. I'd chosen it because it symbolized the cosmos that as a member of Zodiac troop 175, paranormal division, Las Vegas...had recently become a very important part of my life. Yet the drawing had washed off in the shower without leaving the faintest trace of red dye. The woman of the hour, Suzanne, had been devastated.

"Or just Vegas, with that gawdy neon runway and oversized disco ball?"

Wait, wait. Texas and India were one matter. But pick on my hometown? Now I'd had enough. Besides, what normal person didn't like disco balls?

Kicking open the door of the dressing room stall, I had the satisfaction of seeing them both gasp and whirl, hands to chests and mouths. Sure, it was an entrance more befitting Joanna Archer than her perfect socialite sister, Olivia, but I was trying to make a point . . . and, again, I was both.

"You're forgetting something ladies," I said, slipping in front of the beveled three-way mirror. I patted the back of my long blond hair. "She's marrying an Indian prince."

Madeleine could only respond by lifting her chin. Her face had been long frozen into a permanent expression of surprise. Botulism was so unpredictable. "So what's next? A friggin' tepee and a sweat lodge?"

"Indian, sweetie," I emphasized, pointing to the middle of my forehead. "Dot, not feather."

"Yes, and one of the most esteemed businessmen of our generation." The words flowed more smoothly than the silk pooling at Suzanne's feet as she glided in from the festivities. The notes of Chopin were muted by the shutting of the door as she shot a conspiratorial wink my way. "How I snagged him, I'll never know."

I smiled at the well-timed entrance.

I knew how. I'd sent Suzanne and Cher on a trip to Fiji the month before to remove them from the direct line of fire of supernatural enemies who'd see them dead just to get to me. True to form, Suzanne had returned engaged to a high-profile textiles magnate so wealthy he made every casino tycoon in town look like a pauper. Including Olivia's father...and the man I'd once thought was mine, too...Xavier Archer.

Of course, the big news on the gossip circuit was the question Suzanne had just voiced. How had a forty-something-year-old widow enticed a younger, infamous bachelor with homes in Bombay and London, a chalet in the south of France, and romantic liaisons on every continent, into suddenly becoming the marrying kind? The announcement of their million-dollar wedding hadn't only made headlines in Vegas, it'd been blazed across the international press, complete with full accounts of past trysts on each side, and close-up shots of the size of the diamond on her left hand.

City of Souls
The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac
. Copyright © by Vicki Pettersson. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

What People are saying about this

Kim Harrison
“The Scent of Shadows came out of nowhere and slapped me silly. … You’re going to love this.”
Melissa Marr
“Passion and intrigue, heartbreak and victory—THE TOUCH OF TWILIGHT offers an intricate plot populated with complex characters. Nothing is predictable in Vicki Pettersson’s newest novel . . . except the need to read more.”
Charlaine Harris
“...Read at your own risk —it’ll keep you up past your bedtime.”
Kelley Armstrong
“Pettersson’s paranormal world is as original as it is compelling. The action comes fast and furious. Like Las Vegas itself, this is an adventure that’ll keep you up all night.”

Meet the Author

Vicki Pettersson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Sign of the Zodiac novels, a six-book urban fantasy series set in her hometown of Las Vegas. Though she'll always consider that glittering dust bowl home, she now divides her time between Vegas and Dallas, where she's learning to like good Tex-Mex (easy) and the Dallas Cowboys (easier than you'd think).

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Las Vegas, Nevada
Place of Birth:
Las Vegas, Nevada
Education:
B.A. in English, University of Las Vegas, 1994
Website:
http://www.vickipettersson.com

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