Derik's Bane (Wyndham Werewolf Series #3)

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Derik's a werewolf with alpha issues--and a body to die for.

Sara is the personification of unspeakable evil--and smells like roses.

Now if they could just stop drooling over each other long enough to save the world.
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Overview

Derik's a werewolf with alpha issues--and a body to die for.

Sara is the personification of unspeakable evil--and smells like roses.

Now if they could just stop drooling over each other long enough to save the world.
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The author of Undead and Unwed and Undead and Unemployed takes her popular werewolf character, Derik, for his first full-length outing in this hilarious spin-off. Derik has no trouble holding center stage -- he's good-looking, charming, and an ardent amateur cook with a passion for the Food Network. Still, just as he's about to batter his best friend, on account of having turned alpha overnight, a psychic in their werewolf house advises him to go to California and "take care of" the reincarnation of Morgan LeFay, lest the universe collapse and millions die. But the reincarnation -- cute, curly-haired Dr. Sara Gunn -- doesn't seem evil; in fact, she turns out to be unaware of her fate, impossible to kill, and completely irresistible. The two embark on a very funny, very sexy cross-country camping trip, and by the time they get to Boston, the universe just might be changed for the better. Ginger Curwen
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425199978
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 1/28/2005
  • Series: Wyndham Werewolf Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 702,210
  • Product dimensions: 4.28 (w) x 6.78 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

MaryJanice Davidson

MaryJanice Davidson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Undead novels featuring Betsy Taylor; Derik's Bane, and the new young adult novels featuring Jennifer Scales, written with her husband, Anthony Alongi, among other titles.

Biography

Reading the coyly self-deprecating autobiography on her web site, one gets the distinct impression that MaryJanice Davidson does not have the slightest interest in talking about herself. Perhaps it's because she simply doesn't have the time. Prolific does not begin to describe this chart-busting dynamo, the author of four bestselling series and literally dozens of novellas and short stories.

A writer with a few romances and YA novels to her credit, Davidson had tried for years to interest publishers in her idea for a humorous, tongue-in-cheek vampire romance. After dozens of rejections (and assurances that there was no market for paranormal!), she submitted her manuscript for publication online. An editor at a New York publishing house downloaded the story, was royally entertained, and contacted Davidson to acquire the print rights to Undead and Unwed. On the spot, she was offered a three-book contract.

When Undead and Unwed and its wry sequel, Undead and Unemployed, were released in early 2004, not one, but two stars were born: Davidson and her irresistible protagonist, the reluctant vampire queen Betsy Taylor. A smart, sassy, 27-year-old secretary, Betsy is killed in a freak car accident and wakes up (so to speak) to discover that she is not only a vampire but the much-prophesied Queen of the Undead. Readers loved Davidson's wry take on vampire literature, a genre long distinguished by its gothic self-seriousness. Betsy, with her smarty-pants attitude and passion for designer shoes, is one vampire queen who owes more to Sophie Kinsella than to Anne Rice.

While Davidson has continued to produce more Undead novels, she has also found the time to launch three other romantic fantasy series featuring 1.) a hybrid mermaid named Fred, 2.) an eccentric family of Alaskan royals, and 3.) a cyborg spy. All are infused with her trademark wit and imagination. In addition, she and her husband, Anthony Alongi, have written the Jennifer Scales series, originally marketed to young adults and re-released as fantasy fiction for all ages. Davidson also remains one of the most popular writers of paranormal romantica; her short stories and novellas appear regularly in anthologies.

Good To Know

Davidson is not the only one in her family to achieve fame. Her mother once broke the world record for target shooting.

Before she devoted her time to chronicling the love lives of vampires and werewolves, Davidson was voted Miss Congeniality in her high school.

Even though Davidson is one of the most popular writers of modern monster fiction, in real life she is actually terrified of the undead. In fact, she is currently holding a contest on her web site asking readers to put together a twelve-step program to help her get over her fear of zombies!

As she writes on her website, Davidson lived a transient life as a young girl. Her father's career in the U.S. Air Force led her to live in such disparate locales as Guam, Mississippi, and North Dakota. As she grew older, her life in the working world was just as restless as her childhood. She tried her hand at everything from waitressing to modeling to editing to a stint as a medical test subject (!) before settling on a career as a bestselling novelist. These days, her life may be a bit more settled, but it has hardly slowed down.

A few fun outtakes from our interview with Davidson

"I'm a former model -- worst job ever, honestly."

"I'm a gigantic sushi hog -- it's pretty much my favorite meal."

"The more terrible and groaningly awful a horror movie is, the more I like it."

"Um, I like bubble baths? Seriously. I know that sounds like something a Playboy Bunny would say, but I really do."

"I like taking my kids to new restaurants and encouraging them to try new dishes -- we did "Dim Sum" just the other day."

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THE PRESENT

Michael Wyndham stepped out of his bedroom, walked down the hall, and saw his best friend, Derik Gardner, on the main floor headed for the front door. He grabbed the banister and vaulted, dropped fifteen feet, and landed with a solid thud he felt all the way through his knees. "Hey, Derik!" he called cheerfully. "Wait a sec!"

From his bedroom he heard his wife mutter, "I hate when he does that ... gives me a flippin' heart attack every time," and couldn't help grinning. Wyndham Manor had been his home all his life, and the only time he walked up or down those stairs was when he was carrying his daughter, Lara. He didn't know how ordinary humans could stand walking around in their fragile little shells. He'd tried to talk to his wife about this on a few occasions, but her eyes always went flinty, and her gun hand flexed, and the phrase "hairy fascist bastard" came up, and things got awkward. Werewolves were tough, incredibly tough, but compared to Homo sapiens, who wasn't?

It was a ridiculously perfect day outside, and he couldn't blame Derik for wanting to head out as quickly as possible. Still, there was something troubling his old friend, and Michael was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Hold up," Michael said, reaching for Derik's shoulder. "I want to-"

"I don't care what you want," Derik replied without turning. He grabbed Michael's hand and flung it away, so sharply Michael lost his balance for a second. "I'm going out."

Michael tried to laugh it off, ignoring the way the hairs on the back of his neck tried to stand up. "Touch-ee! Hey, I just want to-"

"I'm going out!" Derik moved, cat-quick, and then Michael was flying through the air with the greatest of ease, only to slam into the door to the coat closet hard enough to splinter it down the middle.

Michael lay on his back a moment like a stunned beetle. Then he flipped to his feet, ignoring the slashing pain down his back. "My friend," he said, "you are so right. Except you're going out on the tip of my boot, pardon me while I kick your ass." This in a tone of mild banter, but Michael was crossing the room in swift strides, barely noticing that his friend Moira, who had just come in from the kitchen, squeaked and jumped out of the way.

Best friend or no, nobody-nobody-knocked the alpha male around in his own ... damned ... house. The other Pack members lived there by his grace and favor, thanks very much, and while the forty-room house had more than enough room for them all, certain things were simply ... not ... done.

"Don't start with me," Derik warned. The morning sunlight was slanting through the skylight, shining so brightly it looked like Derik's hair was about to burst into flames. His friend's mouth-usually relaxed in a wiseass grin-was a tight slash. His grass-green eyes were narrow. He looked-Michael had trouble believing it-ugly and dangerous. Rogue. "Just stay off."

"You started it, at the risk of sounding junior high, and you're going to show throat and apologize, or you'll be counting your broken ribs all the way to the emergency room."

"Come near me again, and we'll see who's counting ribs."

"Derik. Last chance."

"Cut it out!" It was Moira, shrieking from a safe distance. "Don't do this in his own house, you idiot! He won't stand down, and you two morons-schmucks-losers will hurt each other!"

"Shut up," Derik said to the woman he (usually) lovingly regarded as a sister. "And get lost ... this isn't for you."

"I'm getting the hose," she warned, "and then you can pay to have the floors resealed."

"Moira, out," Michael said without looking around. She was a fiercely intelligent female werewolf who could knock over an elm if she needed to, but she was no match for two males squaring off. The day was headed down the shit hole already; he wouldn't see Moira hurt on top of it. "And Derik, she's right, let's take this outside-ooooof!"

He didn't duck, though he could see the blow coming. He should have ducked, but ... he still couldn't believe what was happening. His best friend-Mr. Nice Guy himself!-was challenging his authority. Derik, always the one to jolly people out of a fight. Derik, who had Michael's back in every fight, who had saved his wife's life, who loved Lara like she was his own.

The blow-hard enough to shatter an ordinary man's jaw-knocked him back a full three steps. And that was that. Allowances had been made, but now the gloves were off. Moira was still shrieking, and he could sense other people filling the room, but it faded to an unimportant drone.

Derik gave up trying for the door and slowly turned. It was like watching an evil moon come over the horizon. He glared, full in the face: a dead-on challenge for dominance. Michael grabbed for his throat, Derik blocked, they grappled. A red cloud of rage swam across Michael's vision; he didn't see his boyhood friend, he saw a rival. A challenger.

Derik wasn't giving an inch, was shoving back just as hard, warning growls ripping from his throat, growls that only fed Michael's rage

(rival! rival for your mate, your cub! show throat or die!)

made him yearn to twist Derik's head off, made him want to pound, tear, hurt-

Suddenly, startlingly, a small form was between them. Was shoving, hard. Sheer surprise broke them apart.

"Daddy! Quit it!" Lara stood between them, arms akimbo. "Just ... don't do that!"

His daughter was standing protectively in front of Derik. Not that Derik cared, or even noticed; his gaze was locked on Michael's: hot and uncompromising.

Jeannie, frozen at the foot of the stairs, let out a yelp and lunged toward her daughter, but Moira moved with the speed of an adder and flung her arms around the taller woman. This earned her a bellow of rage. "Moira, what the hell? Let go!"

"You can't interfere," was the small blonde's quiet reply. "None of us can." Although Jeannie was quite a bit taller and heavier, the smaller woman had no trouble holding Jeannie back. Jeannie was the alpha female, but human-the first human alpha the Pack had known in three hundred years. Moira would follow almost any command Jeannie might make ... but wouldn't let the woman endanger herself, or interfere with Pack law that was as old as the family of Man.

Oblivious to the drama on the stairs, Derik started forward again, but Lara planted her feet. "Quit it, Derik!" She swung her small foot into Derik's shin, which he barely noticed. "And Daddy, you quit, too. Leave him alone. He's just sad and feeling stuck. He doesn't want to hurt you."

Michael ignored her. He was glaring at his rival and reaching for Derik again, when his daughter's voice cut through the tension like a laser scalpel. "I said leave him alone."

That got his attention; he looked down at her in a hurry. He expected tears, red-faced anger, but Lara's face was, if anything, too pale. Her eyes were huge, so light brown they were nearly gold. Her dark hair was pulled back in two curly pigtails.

He realized anew how tall she was for her age, and how she was her mother's daughter. And her father's. Her gaze was direct, adult. And not a little disconcerting.

"What?" Shock nearly made him stammer. Behind him, nobody moved. It seemed nobody even breathed. And Derik was standing down, backing off, heading for the door. Michael, in light of these highly interesting new events, let him go. He employed his best Annoyed Daddy tone. "What did you say, Lara?"

She didn't flinch. "You heard me. But you won't hear me say it again."

He was furious, appalled. This wasn't-he had to-she couldn't-But pride was rising, blotting out the fury. Oh, his Lara! Intelligent, gorgeous-and utterly without fear! Would he have ever dared face down his father?

It occurred to him that the future Pack leader was giving him an order. Now what to do about it?

A long silence passed, much longer in retrospect. This would be a moment his daughter would remember if she lived to be a thousand. He could break her ... or he could start training a born leader.

He bowed stiffly. He didn't show the back of his neck; it was the polite bow to an equal. "A wiser head has prevailed. Thank you, Lara." He turned on his heel and walked toward the stairs, catching Jeannie's hand on the way up, leaving the others behind. Moira had released her grip on his wife, was staring, openmouthed, at Lara. They were all staring. He didn't think it had ever been so quiet in the main hall.

Michael was intent on reaching his bedroom where he could think about all that had just happened, and gain his wife's counsel. He didn't quite dare go after Derik just yet-best to take time for their blood to cool. Christ! It wasn't even eight o'clock in the morning!

"Mikey-what-cripes-"

And Lara. His daughter, who jumped between two werewolves with their blood up. Who faced him down and demanded he leave off. His daughter, defending her dearest friend. His daughter, who had just turned four. They had known she was ferociously intelligent, but to have such a strong sense of what was right and what was-

Jeannie cut through his thoughts with a typically wry understatement. "This can't be good. But I'm sure you can explain it to me. Use hand puppets. And me without my So You Married a Werewolf guide ..."

Then he was closing their bedroom door and thinking about his place in the Pack, and his daughter's, and how he hoped he wouldn't have to kill his best friend before the sun set.

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First Chapter

Derik's Bane


By MaryJanice Davidson

BERKLEY SENSATION

Copyright © 2005 MaryJanice Davidson Alongi
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-425-19997-5


Chapter One

THE PRESENT

MICHAEL WYNDHAM STEPPED OUT OF HIS BEDroom, walked down the hall, and saw his best friend, Derik Gardner, on the main floor headed for the front door. He grabbed the banister and vaulted, dropped fifteen feet, and landed with a solid thud he felt all the way through his knees. "Hey, Derik!" he called cheerfully. "Wait a sec!"

From his bedroom he heard his wife mutter, "I hate when he does that ... gives me a flippin' heart attack every time," and couldn't help grinning. Wyndham Manor had been his home all his life, and the only time he walked up or down those stairs was when he was carrying his daughter, Lara. He didn't know how ordinary humans could stand walking around in their fragile little shells. He'd tried to talk to his wife about this on a few occasions, but her eyes always went flinty, and her gun hand flexed, and the phrase "hairy fascist bastard" came up, and things got awkward. Werewolves were tough, incredibly tough, but compared to Homo sapiens, who wasn't?

It was a ridiculously perfect day outside, and he couldn't blame Derik for wanting to head out as quickly as possible. Still, there was something troubling his old friend, and Michael was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Hold up," Michael said, reaching forDerik's shoulder. "I want to-"

"I don't care what you want," Derik replied without turning. He grabbed Michael's hand and flung it away, so sharply Michael lost his balance for a second. "I'm going out."

Michael tried to laugh it off, ignoring the way the hairs on the back of his neck tried to stand up. "Touch-ee! Hey, I just want to-"

"I'm going out!" Derik moved, cat-quick, and then Michael was flying through the air with the greatest of ease, only to slam into the door to the coat closet hard enough to splinter it down the middle.

Michael lay on his back a moment like a stunned beetle. Then he flipped to his feet, ignoring the slashing pain down his back. "My friend," he said, "you are so right. Except you're going out on the tip of my boot, pardon me while I kick your ass." This in a tone of mild banter, but Michael was crossing the room in swift strides, barely noticing that his friend Moira, who had just come in from the kitchen, squeaked and jumped out of the way.

Best friend or no, nobody-nobody-knocked the alpha male around in his own ... damned ... house. The other Pack members lived there by his grace and favor, thanks very much, and while the forty-room house had more than enough room for them all, certain things were simply ... not ... done.

"Don't start with me," Derik warned. The morning sunlight was slanting through the skylight, shining so brightly it looked like Derik's hair was about to burst into flames. His friend's mouth-usually relaxed in a wiseass grin-was a tight slash. His grass-green eyes were narrow. He looked-Michael had trouble believing it-ugly and dangerous. Rogue. "Just stay off."

"You started it, at the risk of sounding junior high, and you're going to show throat and apologize, or you'll be counting your broken ribs all the way to the emergency room."

"Come near me again, and we'll see who's counting ribs."

"Derik. Last chance."

"Cut it out!" It was Moira, shrieking from a safe distance. "Don't do this in his own house, you idiot! He won't stand down, and you two morons-schmucks-losers will hurt each other!"

"Shut up," Derik said to the woman he (usually) lovingly regarded as a sister. "And get lost ... this isn't for you."

"I'm getting the hose," she warned, "and then you can pay to have the floors resealed."

"Moira, out," Michael said without looking around. She was a fiercely intelligent female werewolf who could knock over an elm if she needed to, but she was no match for two males squaring off. The day was headed down the shit hole already; he wouldn't see Moira hurt on top of it. "And Derik, she's right, let's take this outside-ooooof!"

He didn't duck, though he could see the blow coming. He should have ducked, but ... he still couldn't believe what was happening. His best friend-Mr. Nice Guy himself!-was challenging his authority. Derik, always the one to jolly people out of a fight. Derik, who had Michael's back in every fight, who had saved his wife's life, who loved Lara like she was his own.

The blow-hard enough to shatter an ordinary man's jaw-knocked him back a full three steps. And that was that. Allowances had been made, but now the gloves were off. Moira was still shrieking, and he could sense other people filling the room, but it faded to an unimportant drone.

Derik gave up trying for the door and slowly turned. It was like watching an evil moon come over the horizon. He glared, full in the face: a dead-on challenge for dominance. Michael grabbed for his throat, Derik blocked, they grappled. A red cloud of rage swam across Michael's vision; he didn't see his boyhood friend, he saw a rival. A challenger.

Derik wasn't giving an inch, was shoving back just as hard, warning growls ripping from his throat, growls that only fed Michael's rage

(rival! rival for your mate, your cub! show throat or die!)

made him yearn to twist Derik's head off, made him want to pound, tear, hurt-

Suddenly, startlingly, a small form was between them. Was shoving, hard. Sheer surprise broke them apart.

"Daddy! Quit it!" Lara stood between them, arms akimbo. "Just ... don't do that!"

His daughter was standing protectively in front of Derik. Not that Derik cared, or even noticed; his gaze was locked on Michael's: hot and uncompromising.

Jeannie, frozen at the foot of the stairs, let out a yelp and lunged toward her daughter, but Moira moved with the speed of an adder and flung her arms around the taller woman. This earned her a bellow of rage. "Moira, what the hell? Let go!"

"You can't interfere," was the small blonde's quiet reply. "None of us can." Although Jeannie was quite a bit taller and heavier, the smaller woman had no trouble holding Jeannie back. Jeannie was the alpha female, but human-the first human alpha the Pack had known in three hundred years. Moira would follow almost any command Jeannie might make ... but wouldn't let the woman endanger herself, or interfere with Pack law that was as old as the family of Man.

Oblivious to the drama on the stairs, Derik started forward again, but Lara planted her feet. "Quit it, Derik!" She swung her small foot into Derik's shin, which he barely noticed. "And Daddy, you quit, too. Leave him alone. He's just sad and feeling stuck. He doesn't want to hurt you."

Michael ignored her. He was glaring at his rival and reaching for Derik again, when his daughter's voice cut through the tension like a laser scalpel. "I said leave him alone."

That got his attention; he looked down at her in a hurry. He expected tears, red-faced anger, but Lara's face was, if anything, too pale. Her eyes were huge, so light brown they were nearly gold. Her dark hair was pulled back in two curly pigtails.

He realized anew how tall she was for her age, and how she was her mother's daughter. And her father's. Her gaze was direct, adult. And not a little disconcerting.

"What?" Shock nearly made him stammer. Behind him, nobody moved. It seemed nobody even breathed. And Derik was standing down, backing off, heading for the door. Michael, in light of these highly interesting new events, let him go. He employed his best Annoyed Daddy tone. "What did you say, Lara?"

She didn't flinch. "You heard me. But you won't hear me say it again."

He was furious, appalled. This wasn't-he had to-she couldn't-But pride was rising, blotting out the fury. Oh, his Lara! Intelligent, gorgeous-and utterly without fear! Would he have ever dared face down his father?

It occurred to him that the future Pack leader was giving him an order. Now what to do about it?

A long silence passed, much longer in retrospect. This would be a moment his daughter would remember if she lived to be a thousand. He could break her ... or he could start training a born leader.

He bowed stiffly. He didn't show the back of his neck; it was the polite bow to an equal. "A wiser head has prevailed. Thank you, Lara." He turned on his heel and walked toward the stairs, catching Jeannie's hand on the way up, leaving the others behind. Moira had released her grip on his wife, was staring, openmouthed, at Lara. They were all staring. He didn't think it had ever been so quiet in the main hall.

Michael was intent on reaching his bedroom where he could think about all that had just happened, and gain his wife's counsel. He didn't quite dare go after Derik just yet-best to take time for their blood to cool. Christ! It wasn't even eight o'clock in the morning!

"Mikey-what-cripes-"

And Lara. His daughter, who jumped between two werewolves with their blood up. Who faced him down and demanded he leave off. His daughter, defending her dearest friend. His daughter, who had just turned four. They had known she was ferociously intelligent, but to have such a strong sense of what was right and what was-

Jeannie cut through his thoughts with a typically wry understatement. "This can't be good. But I'm sure you can explain it to me. Use hand puppets. And me without my So You Married a Werewolf guide ..."

Then he was closing their bedroom door and thinking about his place in the Pack, and his daughter's, and how he hoped he wouldn't have to kill his best friend before the sun set.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted December 6, 2008

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    brain candy

    Derik, a werewolf from MaryJanice Davidson's east-coast Pack of Wyndham werewolves, is on a mission: he has been told to "take care of" Dr. Sarah Gunn, the reincarnation of Morgan Le Fay - lest she destroy the world. The only problem? Sarah isn't evil. In fact, she's downright cute, and too lucky for words. When Derik literally cannot kill her, he and Sarah decide to team up to take a cross-country road trip to track down and eliminate the real threat.<BR/><BR/>The story was cute. I finished it quickly, but I think if I had had to put the book down, I would have been hard-pressed to pick it back up. I didn't care overmuch what happened - I knew that Sarah and Derik would end up together and that the world would be saved. I knew the "twist" almost from the beginning.<BR/><BR/>The best way for me to describe Davidson's writing is "brain candy." I know it's empty calories, so to speak, but it's addictive in the same way cotton candy is: fluffy, full of air, saccharine-sweet, and you just can't get enough.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Great paranormal romantic fantasy

    In Massachusetts, Werewolf Antonia tells pack member Derik Gardner he must save the world from Morgan le Fay of Monterrey, California. Derik arrives at Dr. Sara Gunn¿s Monterey home, but she is working. Monks attack her, but they fall over each other like a comedy team. Sara returns home where Derik having confirmed with Antonia that Sara is Morgan tries to kill her; instead she knocks him out giving him an aneurism. Being a werewolf, Derik heals fast. He informs her he could not kill her and then asks for food as he is hungry. He insists she is Morgan, but she denies that though she has always been lucky whenever she really needed something she got it. Derik also tells her he is a werewolf. She thinks he is a homicidal lunatic. Derik kisses her, but says they need to stop the bad guys from destroying the world....................... They visit her boss Dr. Cummings who says she is Morgan and that Derik as a werewolf is a lousy mate. He also says she must defeat Arthur's Chosen in Salem, Massachusetts who want her dead so that Arthur can return. Thus, begins the trek east together to save the world................................. DERIK¿S BANE is a unique well-written romantic fantasy with a Camelot twist. The strong lead characters, whose verbal fighting, including her dog jokes, are amusing while the Arthurian connection and the werewolf aspects cleverly add fun to a delightful tale. Though the heroine seems too accepting of his explanations especially since he tried to kill her, sub-genre fans will appreciate this fabulous cross country trek starring the world¿s most powerful sorcerer and the werewolf who loves her.......................... Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2014

    Darce

    Glad I had such a wonderful impression on you ^-^ I knew you were gonna turn out to be a wimpy cu<3>nt when I told you off. That's what I call a character flaw, and I don't tolerate that sh<3>it from anyone.

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    Roralheart

    NAME Roralheart.<p>AGE 20 moons<p>GENDER shecat <p>DESC a slender black shecat with small white and giner splotches across her entire pelt. She had white belly and chest and a long fluffy tail. Bright amber eyes. Fox like ears.<p>PERS meet her and find out! ;)<p>KIN Sorrel (mother dead) Kennedy (a half fox half cat. Her father dead.) No siblings<p>CRUSH none yet <p>MATE none <p>KITS none

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    SNOWPAW!!!

    NAME Snowpaw<br>
    AGE 9 moons<br>
    DREAM WARRIOR NAME Snowdrop<br>
    GENDER Shecat<br>
    APPEARANCE snow white with stunning ice blue eyes<br>
    PERS Funny, cool, smart, loyal, brave, adventurous

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    Thunderclaw

    Name:Thunderclaw•••Gender:Tom•••Description:White with yellow eyes•••Mate:None•••Crush:None•••Kits:None•••

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2013

    Duskcloud

    Name- Dusjcloud<br>
    Age- 20 moons<br>
    Looks- black shecat with white and silver tabby stripes. Blue eyes.<br>
    Crush- yes<br>
    Mate- no<br>
    Kits- skykit, spiderkit and hawkkit and whitekit<br>
    Theme song- warrior by demi lavoto<br>
    Name- Skykit<br>
    Age- newborn (less than a moon old)<br>
    Looks- brown shekit with white patches, green eyes.<br>
    Kin- maouther- duskcloud, farther- unknown, brouthers, whitekit, spiderkit and hawkkit.<br>
    Theme song- raor by katy perri<p>
    Name- spiderkit<br>
    Age- see skykit's age<br>
    Looks- black tom with small silver and white specks. Amber eyes.<br>
    Kin- skykit, dusckcloud, whitekit and hawkkit<br>
    Theme song- battle scars by unkniwn artist<br>
    Name- hawkkit<br>
    Age- see spiderkits age<br>
    Looks- golden tabby tom with a white streak on his right ear, runt of the litter, blue eyes like his mouther.<br>
    Kin- skykit, whitekit, dusckcloud and spiderkit.<br>
    Theme song- tiptoe by imagine dragons.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    Teslas bio updated

    Name Tesla. Is a red fox but all black with white paw tips..is 15 winters/moons old..he is valintearing for deputy but knows no one will pick him because hes a fox..crush...WindRace..mate..none but realy wants one. Kits/pups....none.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    Shadowfang and Raindrop's bio

    Name: Shadowfang - Gender: Tom - A handsome jet black cat with amber eyes. - Kind and loyal. - Mate: None, looking. - Crush: Maybe...(better bio coming soon!) ••• Name: Raindrop * Gender: She * Description: Beautiful blue/grey cat with peircing green eyes. * She is loving and loyal and always kind. * Mate: None, looking. * Crush: Thats a secret...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    WindRace

    Name: WindRace Age: 24 moons Looks: she is a small slender all white she-cat with bright blue eyes. History: born into a non clan group of cats she left them as the leader died and the group gradually began to turn evil.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    Streakfeather's bio

    Name: Streakfeather / Gender: Tom / Age: Around twenty-four moons / Appearance: He has silver fur with black streaks down his sides and back and blue eyes. He looks very thin and scrawny, but has strength as great as Tigerstar's. / History: Heeere we go. Streakfeather was born and raised in ShadowClan. His mother Oceanblaze was leader until she disappeared, leaving Autumnstar leader and himself deputy. However, one thing led to another and Applestar became leader while he was still deputy. He never met his father, his blood sister Featherkit died young, his adopted sister Rushingsnow disappeared, and Oceanblaze died, so he has no family. ...Okay, I'm done now.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2013

    The characters were hilarious but the story was lacking. It was

    The characters were hilarious but the story was lacking. It was just too fast. Nothing got explored.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2012

    So much for a sample

    I always like to view a book before buying, as I dont want to be stuck with something I have no interest in. Reason being for a sample. Ha! What sample????? The supposed sample is 9 pages which none of its the actual book. Not one sentence! Acknowledgments and critic reviews does me no good in a sample I need some of the story/book. Does this make me want to buy this book? Not a chance.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2012

    A favorite

    I've read this one probably 20 times- a mjd favorite.

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  • Posted October 27, 2008

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    Jennifer Wardrip - Personal Read

    I've not previously read a Wyndhma Werewolf Tale, so I came into DERIK'S BANE with no preconceptions. I enjoyed the story, the characters, and the typical MaryJanice Davidson wit, although I did find the ending (which happened in about two pages) a wee bit far-fetched. <BR/><BR/>Derik Gardner, hottie and member of the Wyndham Pack, has recently been feeling a little out of sorts. When he loses control one morning and gets into it with alpha Michael Wyndham (his leader and best friend since childhood), he realizes that something has to change. <BR/><BR/>And change they do. Derik has been informed that the reincarnation of Morgan La Fay, great sorceress and sister to King Arthur, not to mention historically believed to be a betrayer of a nation, has now taken the body of spunky, cute nurse with a doctorate Sara Gunn. His mission? "Take care of" Ms. Gunn, and prevent her from destroying the world. <BR/><BR/>Sara is a little perturbed by Derik's arrival on her doorstep, but no more so than she was by the guys in red monk's robes who tried to kill her at the hospital where she works later that day. It seems strange things are always happening to her, but her "luck", as she calls it, in turn causes weird things to happen to the bad guys. <BR/><BR/>As Derik attempts to take care of Sara by killing her, he realizes that he, superior body be damned, can't hurt her. So if you can't beat 'em, you join 'em, right? Sara and Derik set off cross-country to Salem, Massachusetts, where the sect of King Arthur resides, determined to save the world from destruction. <BR/><BR/>DERIK'S BANE is a fun, enjoyable read. In typical MJD style it's got passion, hilarious dialogue, a yummy hero, and a spunky heroine. What it lacks is a try believable ending (Sara KICKS the baddie to destroy it), but overall this is a fun way to spend an afternoon.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2007

    So Very Not Good

    Tried so hard to be funny and witty and just tried a bit too hard. So very unoriginal and bland and just not funny.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2007

    Nurses and Monks and Werewolves - Oh, My!

    I've not previously read a Wyndhma Werewolf Tale, so I came into DERIK'S BANE with no preconceptions. I enjoyed the story, the characters, and the typical MaryJanice Davidson wit, although I did find the ending (which happened in about two pages) a wee bit far-fetched. Derik Gardner, hottie and member of the Wyndham Pack, has recently been feeling a little out of sorts. When he loses control one morning and gets into it with alpha Michael Wyndham (his leader and best friend since childhood), he realizes that something has to change. And change they do. Derik has been informed that the reincarnation of Morgan La Fay, great sorceress and sister to King Arthur, not to mention historically believed to be a betrayer of a nation, has now taken the body of spunky, cute nurse with a doctorate Sara Gunn. His mission? 'Take care of' Ms. Gunn, and prevent her from destroying the world. Sara is a little perturbed by Derik's arrival on her doorstep, but no more so than she was by the guys in red monk's robes who tried to kill her at the hospital where she works later that day. It seems strange things are always happening to her, but her 'luck', as she calls it, in turn causes weird things to happen to the bad guys. As Derik attempts to take care of Sara by killing her, he realizes that he, superior body be damned, can't hurt her. So if you can't beat 'em, you join 'em, right? Sara and Derik set off cross-country to Salem, Massachusetts, where the sect of King Arthur resides, determined to save the world from destruction. DERIK'S BANE is a fun, enjoyable read. In typical MJD style it's got passion, hilarious dialogue, a yummy hero, and a spunky heroine. What it lacks is a try believable ending (Sara KICKS the baddie to destroy it), but overall this is a fun way to spend an afternoon.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2007

    enjoyable and funny

    I love sci-fi love stories. the story starts slow but picks up. I could not put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2007

    i love her books no matter what!

    I love mjd's books! I enjoyed this book as much as I enjoyed all the others.. I will continue to buy any and all of her books! no matter what the reviews are..good or bad! she has undead and uneasy coming soon..and is currently working on sleeping with the sharks,the royal mess,dead and loving it 2, and some others..I will also buy those!! love her!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2006

    This was a disappointment!!

    I picked up this book because I liked the 'Undead' series. And I have to say that this was a complete let-down. While it was witty and funny, I found the plot to be boring and predictable. I expected so much more from the author.

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