Eye of Heaven (Dirk & Steele Series #5)

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Like every member of the Dirk & Steele Agency, Blue Perrineau is far from "normal"—and he believes in the organization's creed: Protect the innocent in secrecy. Now an obligation to the family that rejected him is leading Blue into the light and shadow of Sin City . . . and to a remarkable woman, beautiful, desirable, and untamed.

Iris is a headliner in Vegas, dazzling crowds with her feral sensuality and her uncanny affinity for dangerous beasts. But there is a darkness in ...

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Overview

Like every member of the Dirk & Steele Agency, Blue Perrineau is far from "normal"—and he believes in the organization's creed: Protect the innocent in secrecy. Now an obligation to the family that rejected him is leading Blue into the light and shadow of Sin City . . . and to a remarkable woman, beautiful, desirable, and untamed.

Iris is a headliner in Vegas, dazzling crowds with her feral sensuality and her uncanny affinity for dangerous beasts. But there is a darkness in her world that she never knew existed, and a champion has appeared to protect her—a man charged with electricity, who guards a secret as strange and powerful as her own. And every secret is a liability when darkest evil exists that follows no rule under heaven. Yet with passion and love sustaining them, together Blue and Iris might yet live to see the dawn.

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Marjorie Liu, a fast-rising star in the land of paranormal romance, explores the ties that are stronger than blood in this action-packed Dirk & Steele novel. All the stories in this well-imagined series (Tiger Eye, Shadow Touch, The Red Heart of Jade) feature a member of the Dirk & Steele agency, each of whom possesses an abnormal or paranormal talent. This time it is Blue Perrineau, who can manipulate electricity with his thoughts. Newly awakened from a coma, Blue is blackmailed by his evil father into tracking down his other son, the one he never knew. Daniel is one of the stars in a small circus in Las Vegas; so is Iris McGillis, a shapeshifter (leopard) with a charismatic lion act. Blue saves Iris from an eco-terrorist, and the action kicks into even higher gear. Besides secret brothers, there are lost mothers and bad fathers against the backdrop of an international organ-smuggling plot, with exotic settings from Jakarta to Las Vegas. Still, true love is at the heart of Eye of Heaven, and readers will find the happiness these two lonely and talented outsiders find with each other immensely satisfying. Ginger Curwen
Publishers Weekly
Once again, Liu has managed a brilliant blend of fantasy, action and romance in her latest Dirk & Steele novel, which follows the members of a paranormal detective agency. When electrokinetically gifted agency detective Blue Perrineau is blackmailed by his father, dying billionaire Felix Perrineau, he's forced to track down Felix's other son, Daniel-the brother Blue never knew he had. His search for Daniel takes him to a small Las Vegas circus that features Iris McGillis, a slinky shape-shifter with a lion act and a global fan base. After Blue saves Iris from an ecoterrorist sniper, they form an instant attachment, but he runs into trouble when he finds Daniel and, later, a dangerous flesh peddler-both of whom also have plans for the hypnotically sexy Iris. Liu brings her skewed universe to life with skill and conviction, grounding the comic-book plot with fully realized personalities and the workaday details of circus life. Though a bit drawn out, this entry will undoubtedly please fans of the series and should provide a fresh thrill for anyone in the market for an extraordinary romance. (Dec.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062019851
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 3/29/2011
  • Series: Dirk & Steele Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 810,165
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Marjorie M. Liu is an attorney and New York Times bestselling author of paranormal romances and urban fantasy. In the world of comic books, she is also the writer of NYX: No Way Home, Black Widow, X-23, and Dark Wolverine. She lives in the American Midwest and Beijing, China.

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Eye of Heaven



By Marjorie M. Liu


Dorchester Publishing


Copyright © 2006

Marjorie M. Liu

All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-8439-5765-4



Chapter One


Death was an inconvenience that Blue could have done without,
and if it hadn't been for the two highly moral individuals
breathing down his neck, he probably would have pretended
amnesia and simply ignored the news. After all, he was
practically an invalid, newly awakened from a coma. Barely
out of the bomb-blasted woods. He had an excuse. And for
Christ's sake, if his father was dead, there really wasn't
much that Blue could do about it now.

No such luck, though. Three days later, Blue found himself
bundled onto a commercial airliner, flying solo to San
Francisco. He was the only person seated in the First Class
Cabin - not a surprise, knowing Dela and her freewheeling
credit card - but Blue did find it rather disconcerting to
discover that the flight crew had been given ... instructions ... on
how to handle him.

As in, with kid gloves. Which meant that for fourteen hours
straight, Blue found himself under the carefully pressed and
brightly smiling care of three women, who - though he
objected strenuously - showered him with books, magazines,
hot towels, a private DVD player - and one very large box of
chocolate chip cookies that resembled, in the most vague way
possible, large and bloated zoo animals. Blue felt like a
stinking rich twelve year old being sent onhis first airplane
ride. Only thing missing was a tour of the cockpit and a pair
of those little plastic wings. If kids even got those
anymore. Airlines were turning into cheap bastards.

More unfortunate than all of the unwanted attention, however,
was the fact that the flight gave Blue a lot of time to think.
As in, about all the different ways he was fucked till
Sunday. Going home to his father's funeral was just the icing
on the cake. And so very convenient.

Convenient enough that he briefly considered the possibility
of a conspiracy between his mother and Roland. Something - anything - to
keep Blue from running away to continue his - now
fruitless - hunt for Santoso and the core leaders of his
organization. His mother, God bless her, was capable of such
deception, and Roland - well, he was a master at games of
manipulation, especially for good causes.

Like keeping his people alive.

Because Dirk & Steele is a family, Blue thought, hearing the
echo of Dela's voice inside his head. All we have are each
other.

Misfits, outcasts - even some pillars of the community - hiding
in plain sight, brought together by an uncommon bond
formed by nothing more than the odd genetic quirk - and an
unbending devotion to helping others. Living lives less
ordinary - off the beaten path inside another world where
telepaths and telekinetics and honest-to-God shape-shifters
rubbed elbows with the mundane. Secret lives standing in line
at the grocery store, at the gas station, sitting on the
toilet in the stall next door, flying in an airplane - this
freaking airplane
- concentrating the entire time to prevent
an accident, a short in the system, one tiny glitch that might
send everyone down in a massive ball of flames -

Breathe, Blue told himself, gripping the arms of his seat.
Breathe in, breathe out. Relax. Just ... relax. Your mind knows
what to do. This is nothing. Nothing.

Yeah, and there was nothing like thinking about nothing to
make a person fixate utterly and completely on something.

He was so screwed.

And yet, halfway into the flight, with the lights turned down
low, he finally began to relax. His shields felt strong,
solid and tight, and though he could feel the hum of power
surrounding him like a cocoon, it did not rattle his bones or
buzz his tongue. Everything was quiet inside his head. Safe
and very still.

And feeling very safe, and very still, he began to think,
again, of Santoso Rahardjo. As well as the woman who worked
for him.

Blue's gut ached, as did his ribs and right leg. His knee
popped when he straightened it. His left hand was weak. The
backs of his eyes felt odd, which coincided with the
occasional bout of stars bursting in his vision. No
complaints, though. He was still walking, talking, and if he
had his way, he would be doing more than that in no time.
Because even though Dela and Roland had assured him that
someone was going to take over his investigation - that all
his work ferreting out the hierarchy of body parts and money
would not go to waste - Blue was not going to be satisfied
until he was back in the game, danger or no danger.

You're a control freak. A micro-manager. Trust your friends.
They know how to do their jobs.

And if they got hurt? Better him than them. Besides, it
seemed to Blue that despite his miraculous survival, there was
still a big fat target painted on his head. And sooner or
later, someone - probably that blonde - would come and
finish the job.

Stop it, he told himself, digging into the box beside him for
a cookie. Focus on now. What you have to do when you get
home.

Which was all very simple. Heal up, take care of his mother
- if she would let him - and attend a funeral where no one
would know his name.

Easy as pie.

Or not. Because soon after landing in San Francisco and
hobbling through customs, Blue encountered a long row of
mounted television monitors, all of them tuned to CNN, and it
was like watching - in awful visual stereo - one long
eulogy. He did not notice at first - was too busy trying to
act like he wasn't in pain - but through the chatter and
crush of the airport crowd, the background noise crept in. A
woman, with a deep pleasant voice. Blue heard her say the
words "tragic loss," and "a great man," and then, quite
suddenly, there was a name to go with those adjectives, a
memorable name, a name Blue knew as well as his own, because
it was his own.

Felix Perrineau. Dead at the age of seventy. Heart attack in
his sleep.

The lights in the terminal flickered. Blue clamped down hard
on his emotions, fighting himself, but it was too late: sparks
shot from the ceiling fixtures, the electrical sockets,
raining down as people ducked and shouted. Static leapt like
baby lightening bolts from the carpet.

Blue said nothing. His hands curled into fists. He closed
his eyes.

The lights did not go out.

But a moment later, his cell phone began to ring.

* * *

The call was from a stranger, a man who knew his real name.
Blue did not like that, but he agreed to meet the fellow
because he also knew his mother's name - and he had a message
from her In her native language.

The stranger's Farsi was bad, or maybe that was the cell phone
connection, but Blue caught enough and all the worry he felt
for his friends transferred in one gut-wrenching second to his
mother.

"Sleep," said the man, his voice cracking, his accent poor.
"Sleep, my son. I wish that sleep come to your eyes and
you'll sleep like a stone in the water."

Words from an ancient lullaby, one that Blue had not heard for
years on end. His mother did not sing anymore. She did not
speak her language. She did not do anything that reminded her
of Kandahar, of Afghanistan. Too much pain. Her sisters had
died there.

But if his mother had shared that lullaby with a stranger - a
song he knew meant a great deal to her -

Something's wrong, Blue thought, dialing her home number. And
it sure as hell isn't grief.

She was not at the house. She was not at the law office,
either, and her secretary was no help, confessing only that
Mahasti had been gone for the past several days, away on a
family emergency.

Some emergency. Blue tried her cell phone. No luck there,
either.

Limited options. No time to call in the agency. Damn. What
a time for an ambush.

And if it is Santoso involved? If this really was a ruse?

Time for a fight, then. No holds barred. No misguided ethics
or hesitation. No tricks or subterfuge, either. Blue
gathered up his strength and walked through the airport
terminal. He did not try to slip away without being see - or
better, wait out the man and follow him. Instead, he marched
straight into baggage claim, searching for an older gentleman
wearing a blue suit and purple tie.

Blue found him easily, the man standing out like a diamond in
the rough of straggling airport humanity. Tall, elegant, and
lean - waiting quietly beside carousel one. All easy
strength, easy class, good breeding melting from his pores.
The man's silver hair was thick and full, his jaw set, his
keen eyes a very bright shade of silver. He looked remarkably
like Blue's father.

"You're family," Blue said to him, when he was close enough to
say anything at all. Introductions on his part, he thought,
were completely unnecessary - and somewhat of a relief.
Because maybe Santoso wasn't involved, after all, and this was
just what it seemed to be - a family matter, overdue and
difficult. Nothing Blue needed to kill over. Not yet,
anyway.

The man did not smile. "My name is Brandon. I'm here to take
you home, Mr. Perrineau."

Mr. Perrineau. Blue could not remember the last time he had
been addressed by his given name. He thought, perhaps, never.

"You can call me Blue," he said cautiously. "That's good
enough."

"Good enough," Brandon echoed, mouth crooking upward. "If you
like. Though I can assure you there's no need to hide from
the other. It is your legal name."

"Really." Blue tried not to laugh. "If you spent any time
around my father, Brandon, I think you would understand why it
would be totally ... inappropriate ... for me to take his name."

"Bygones," murmured the man, and pointed toward the double
doors leading out of the airport. "If you don't have any
bags ..."

Blue did not. What he did have was a burning desire to go
home to his apartment and get his gun.

"Where are we going?" he asked, unmoving. "And why would my
mother pass on a message to you, instead of calling me
herself? Where is she?"

"At your father's house." Brandon walked slowly backwards,
towards the exit behind him. "She is safe, she is healthy,
and the only reason she did not call you herself is that she
wanted to make a point. Something that would make you ... sit up
and listen."

"My mother doesn't need messengers to make me sit up and
listen," Blue replied sharply. "Something else is going on
here."

"Of course," Brandon said. He turned around and walked
through the exit. This time, Blue followed.

* * *

It took them two hours to drive to his father's estate. A
rambling drive, over winding roads that curled and curled into
the mountains. Blue occasionally caught wild glimpses of the
sea, heard the cries of gulls mixing with the rasp of ravens.
The air was sweet. Beyond the confines of the Audi, his mind
encountered only silence.

Brandon did not talk, nor did Blue encourage him. No energy
to waste. His body hurt. He could not stop thinking about
his mother. Santoso was there, too, but more distant. For
the first time since waking up in Malaysia, Blue was ready to
hand the case off to his friends.

"We're close," Brandon finally said. His posture was relaxed,
voice easy and deep. The road ahead of them cut through deep
forest, shrouded from the sun.

"Are you his brother?" Blue asked, because sitting beside
Brandon was like being next to his father, and that was more
disconcerting than he wanted to admit. Even more so than the
sudden spike of electricity buzzing his brain. Close, yes.
Damn close.

"Does it matter?" Brandon replied. "I thought you wanted
nothing to do with the family."

Blue pushed his nails into his palms. "I don't believe I ever
had a choice. I know my mother didn't."

Brandon said nothing. Merely tapped on the brakes, slowing
the car to a crawl until he pulled onto a narrow turn-off that
appeared, quite suddenly, on the far side of a massive cedar.
Blue glimpsed a blinking red light - some laser sensor set in
the ground - and knew that ahead of them, someone had been
alerted to their presence.

"This is your first time here," Brandon said.

"Yes," Blue lied.

Brandon glanced at him, and for a moment Blue wondered if he
knew the truth. But all he said was, "Your mother arrived
several days ago. I promise you, she's safe."

"Safe's not enough," Blue said, unclenching his hands. "She
better be healthy, happy, ready to dance the tango - because
if she's not any of those things, if my father has hurt her,
all of you are fucked and good."

"So little trust?"

"No trust. At all."

Brandon's only response was a grim smile - which Blue did not
find comforting in the slightest.

The house looked the same as he remembered; a mansion made of
logs, some California dream of rustic wonder that had always
caused Blue to speculate how a man like his father - who had
a heart as small and hard as a hollow walnut casing - could
possibly appreciate, or even want to live, in a place of such
wild beauty. The mind boggled.

Men in dark clothing moved along the periphery of the house,
deep in the woods. Blue saw some of them with his own eyes,
but there were others waiting out of sight. They carried
radios, earpieces, tazers; Blue could feel the electrical
currents in his head. He thought about shorting them out, but
held back. Later, maybe.

Brandon parked the car in front of the house. Blue glimpsed
movement behind the windows. He began to open his door, but
Brandon caught his arm and said, "Careful now."

Blue stared at his hand. "I thought this was supposed to be
safe."

Brandon released him, but his eyes were hard. "For your
mother," he said, and Blue could not read the terrible emotion
that swept through his face. "But for you? Be careful."

Blue heard the crunch of gravel; Brandon looked away and
quickly got out of the car. Blue stared at his back for one
brief moment, gave up the question on his lips - and,
gritting his teeth, opened up his own door to follow. His
knee popped; the entire right side of his body felt stiff.
His confinement to the plane - and the car - had not done
him any favors. He tried not to hobble.

A security guard stood nearby, rifle in hand, a pistol
strapped to his side. Blue thought about shattering the man's
eardrum - one high voltage shock from the radio device in his
ear would do it - but again, control won out. Caution, being
prudent. Timing was everything.

Brandon gestured to Blue, and together, the two of them walked
up to the house. The front doors - carved and embedded with
stained glass - opened wide as they neared. Inside, shadows,
the outline of hard wood furniture. No lights. The curtains
were drawn. Blue caught the edge of movement, and a woman
stepped into the light.

"Mom," Blue said, and his relief was nothing less than a
sucker punch. He forced himself to breathe.

"Felix," she said. Her voice was soft but firm, no sign of
fear or weakness. She wore a dark gray gabardine suit,
closely tailored to her full figure. Her thick black hair - courtesy
of a good dye job - curled in smooth waves to her
shoulders, framing a round face that might have been sweet if
her eyes had been as soft as her body. Instead, here gaze was
black, sharp, narrow - closer to an eagle than a dove - and
Blue did not miss the shadows in her gaze, the appearance of a
new wrinkle in her forehead.

Mahasti glanced at Brandon. "Did you explain anything to
him?"

"Of course not," he replied. "It wasn't my place."

"Not your place," she echoed sarcastically, and shook her
head. She held out her hand to Blue. "Come here. Let me
look at you. Your employer said there was an accident."

"Mom," he said firmly, ignoring her scrutiny. "What's going
on?"

"Your father," she said, and the disgust in her voice was
profound. "Your father and his tricks."

"He's dead," Blue said, searching her face. "Tricks are for
the living."

Brandon stepped past them and entered the house. The moment
he disappeared around the door, Blue moved in close and
grabbed his mother's shoulders. She was a short woman; he had
to bend over to peer into her eyes.

"We can leave right now," he told her quietly. "Say the word
and we're out of here. No one will be able to stop us."

"Ever the optimist," she murmured, looking away. "I am so
sorry, Felix. So very sorry. If it was just myself involved,
I would never have allowed this to go so far. Would never
have agreed to anything. But it is not just me, and I
cannot ... I cannot find a way out. Not this time."

"Mom."

(Continues...)





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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2006

    Eye of Heaven

    When his father, who faked his own death, emerges from the 'grave' to blackmail his family, Blue Perrineau finds that he must track down his estranged half-brother to help get out of the situation created. His quest leads to Vegas where he finds not only Daniel, but a beautiful animal trainer, who has a lot in common with her subjects. Iris is a shape-shifter, and the target of an evil Consortium made up of sick men who have vile purposes in mind for those with special gifts. That means Blue and Daniel are not safe, nor are Blue's friends. This may be Dirk and Steele's hairiest, no pun intended, case yet. *** This is a complex story, much like the X files without the frequent gross out factor, or Alias with more of a paranormal twist. Fans of the Dirk and Steele books won't want to miss it. ***

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2013

    Love it

    As good as always

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2012

    Great Series

    I love this series and it keeps getting better. I loved Blue in the first book and now we get to see his story. The action is great in these books and so is the romance. I really recommend you pick this up. This story is a stand alone but i would suggest you start at the beginning with Tiger Eye. You won't regret it.

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  • Posted January 27, 2012

    Another good one...

    Am enjoying this author's series. Plan to finish the Dirk & Steele Series and check out some of the others. Easy reads. Love that the good guys win!!! Marjorie Liu doesn't disappoint!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2011

    Great book/series

    Great series-read the first one and decided I had to have the rest of the series. They continued to be great.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2011

    Good Storyline!

    Enjoyed the characters a lot. If you like the other Dirk & Steele novels you will love this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2007

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    I enjoyed the first three books in this series, but this one was too much. The descriptions and thoughts went on an on. The internal thoughts....Good grief. I had the idea had 'hello.' There was a lot of useless dialogue that really slowed the book down. The story was too much. One thing after another. Just when I thought it was finally going to end, something else happened. This is more a paranormal fiction, not a romance.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent Dirk & Steele thriller

    Dirk & Steele operative Blue Perrineau is injured from an explosion and he knows he is fortunate to be alive. Needing to recover, he is taken off his current assignment and sent home to heal. Blue is unhappy with this turn, but understands he is unable to complete the mission. In the San Francisco airport, Blue learns of the death of the ¿great¿ man, his father Felix Perrineau, dead at seventy from a heart attack in his sleep. When his cell phone rings on the other end is a person speaking his mom¿s language Farsi and knowing too much about Blue and his parents. He meets the stranger who takes him to his ¿dead¿ father. Felix demands that Blue find his other son Daniel or his mom and his Dirk and Steele pals will pay the price. Though he loathes his sire, Blue believes the evil man and sets off to locate his half-brother. He easily fined Daniel working at a Vegas circus where Blue meets and is attracted to animal trainer Iris. When the shapeshifting woman is assaulted, the two siblings vow to keep her safe while both wonder if their dad is behind the attack while Blue finds himself in love. --- The latest Dirk & Steele thriller, as always, is a fast-paced, action-packed tale with the twist that the lead male is not on a work assignment, but instead this one is personal from the airport phone call through a complex lethal conspiracy until the final altercation. Blue and Iris are a fabulous pairing who as a team can handle almost anything, but supplemented by Daniel, they actually have a chance against overwhelming odds especially when the diabolically clever Felix is involved. Fans will enjoy perhaps the best novel in the series while newcomers will seek out the D&S backlist (see TIGER EYE, SHADOW TOUCH, and THE RED HEART OF JADE). --- Harriet Klausner

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