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In the aftermath of her mother’s murder, Paige broke ...
In the aftermath of her mother’s murder, Paige broke with the elite, ultraconservative American Coven of Witches. Now her goal is to start a new Coven for a new generation. But while Paige pitches her vision to uptight thirty-something witches in business suits, a more urgent matter commands her attention.
Someone is murdering the teenage offspring of the underworld’s most influential Cabals — a circle of families that makes the mob look like amateurs. And none is more powerful than the Cortez Cabal, a faction Paige is intimately acquainted with. Lucas Cortez, the rebel son and unwilling heir, is none other than her boyfriend. But love isn’t blind, and Paige has her eyes wide open as she is drawn into a hunt for an unnatural-born killer. Pitted against shamans, demons, and goons, it’s a battle chilling enough to make a wild young woman grow up in a hurry. If she gets the chance.
From the Paperback edition.
From the Paperback edition.
I sat in a hotel room, across from two thirty-something witches in business suits, listening as they said all the right things. All the polite things. How they'd heard such wonderful accounts of my mother. How horrified they'd been to learn of her murder. How delighted they were to see that I was doing well despite my break with the Coven.
All this they said, smiling with just the right mixture of sadness, commiseration, and support. Wendy Aiken did most of the talking. While she did, her younger sister Julie's eyes darted to where Savannah, my thirteen-year-old ward, perched on the bed. I caught the looks Julie shot her, distaste mingled with fear. A black witch's daughter, in their hotel room.
As Wendy's lips moved in rehearsed platitudes, her gaze slipped past me to the clock. I knew then that I would fail . . . again. But I gave my spiel anyway. I told them my vision of a new Coven for the technological age, linked by sisterhood instead of proximity, each witch living where she chooses, but with a full Coven support system only a phone call or e-mail away.
When I finished, the sisters looked at each another.
I continued. "As I mentioned, there's also the grimoires. Third-level spells, lost for generations. I have them and I want to share them, to return witches to their former glory."
To me, these books were my trump card. Even if you didn't give a damn about sisterhood or support, surely you'd want this power. What witch wouldn't? Yet, as I looked at Wendy and Julie, I saw my words wash right over them, as if I was offering a free set of steak knives with the purchase of a complete living-room suite.
"You're a very compelling saleswoman," Wendy said with a smile.
"But . . ." Savannah muttered from the bed.
"But we must admit, we have a problem with the . . . present company you keep."
Julie's gaze slid toward Savannah. I tensed, ready to leap to her defense.
"That Cortez boy," Wendy said. "Well, young man, I should say. Yes, I know he's not involved with his family's Cabal, but we all know how things like that turn out. Youthful rebellion is all very well, but it doesn't pay the bills. And I hear he's not very successful in that regard."
"He's still young, I know, and he does a lot of pro bono work. That's very noble, Paige. I can see how a young woman would find it romantic--"
"But," Julie cut in, "like Wendy says, it doesn't pay the bills. And he is a Cortez."
Wendy nodded. "Yes, he is a Cortez."
"Hey," Savannah said, standing. "I have a question." She stepped toward the sisters. Julie shrank back. "When's the last time you saved a witch from being murdered by Cabal goons? Lucas did that just last month."
"Savannah . . ." I said.
She stepped closer to the two women. "What about defending a shaman set up by a Cabal? That's what Lucas is doing now. Oh, and Paige does charity work, too. In fact, she's doing it right now, offering two-faced bitches like you a spot in her Coven."
"I'll be in the hall," she said. "Something in here stinks."
She wheeled and marched out of the hotel room.
"My god," Wendy said. "She is her mother's daughter."
"And thank God for that," I said, and left.
As I drove out of the city core, Savannah broke the silence.
"I heard what you said. It was a good comeback."
The words "even if you didn't mean it" hung between us. I nodded and busied myself scanning traffic. I was still working on understanding Savannah's mother, Eve. It wasn't easy. My whole being rebelled at the thought of empathizing with a dark witch. But, even if I could never think of Eve as someone I could admire, I'd come to accept that she'd been a good mother. The proof of that was beside me. A thoroughly evil woman couldn't have produced a daughter like Savannah.
"You know I was right," she said. "About them. They're just like the Coven. You deserve--"
"Don't," I said quietly. "Please."
She looked at me. I could feel her gaze, but didn't turn. After a moment, she shifted to stare out the window.
I was in a funk, as my mother would have said. Feeling sorry for myself and knowing there was no good reason for it. I should be happy--ecstatic even. Sure my life had taken a nasty turn four months ago--if one can call "the end of life as I knew it" a nasty turn--but I'd survived. I was young. I was healthy. I was in love. Damn it, I should be happy. And when I wasn't, that only added guilt to my blues, and left me berating myself for acting like a spoiled, selfish brat.
I was bored. The Web site design work that had once fired a passion in me now piled up on the desk—drudgery I had to complete if anyone in our house intended to eat. Did I say house? I meant apartment. Four months ago, my house near Boston had burned to cinders, along with everything I owned. I was now the proud renter of a lousy two-bedroom apartment in a lousier neighborhood in Portland, Oregon. Yes, I could afford better, but I hated digging into the insurance money, terrified I'd wake up one day with nothing in the bank and be forced to spend eternity living beneath a deaf old woman who watched blaring talk shows eighteen hours a day.
For the first two months, I'd been fine. Lucas, Savannah, and I had spent the summer traveling. But then September came and Savannah had to go to school. So we set up house—apartment—in Portland, and carried on. Or, I should say, Savannah and Lucas carried on. They'd both lived nomadic lives before, so this was nothing new. Not so for me. I'd been born near Boston, grown up there, and never left—not even for school. Yet in my fight to protect Savannah last spring, my house hadn't been the only thing to burn. My entire life had gone up in smoke—my business, my private life, my reputation—all had been dragged through the tabloid cesspool, and I'd been forced to relocate clear across the country, someplace where no one had heard of Paige Winterbourne. The scandal had fizzled out quickly enough, but I couldn't go back. The Coven had exiled me, which meant I was forbidden to live within the state boundaries. Still, I hadn't given up. I'd sucked in my grief, dried my tears, and marched back into the fight. My Coven didn't want me? Fine, I'd start my own. In the last eight weeks I'd met with nine witches. Each one said all the right things, then turned me down flat. With each rejection, the abyss widened.
We went out for dinner, followed by an early movie. My way of apologizing to Savannah for inflicting another witch-recruitment session on her.
Back at the apartment, I hustled Savannah off to bed, then zoomed into my room just as the clock-radio flipped to 10:59. I grabbed the cordless phone, jumped onto the bed, and watched the clock. Two seconds after it hit 11:00, the phone rang.
"Two seconds late," I said.
"Never. Your clock must be running fast."
I smiled and settled back onto the bed. Lucas was in Chicago, defending a shaman who'd been set up by the St. Cloud Cabal to take the fall for a corporate espionage scheme gone awry.
I asked Lucas how the case was going, and he filled me in. Then he asked how my afternoon had gone, specifically my meeting with the witches. For a second, I almost wished I had one of those boyfriends who didn't know or care about my life outside his sphere of influence. Lucas probably noted all my appointments in his Day-Timer, so he'd never do something as inconsiderate as fail to ask about them afterward.
"Shot down," I said.
A moment of silence. "I'm sorry."
"Yes, it is. I know it is. However, I'm equally certain that, given the right circumstances and timing, you'll eventually find yourself in a position where the number of witches clamoring to join your Coven will far exceed your requirements."
"In other words, give it time and I'll need to beat 'em off with a stick?"
A soft chuckle floated down the line. "I get even less coherent after a day in court, don't I?"
"If you didn't talk like that once in a while, I'd miss it. Kind of like I'm missing you. Got an ETA for me yet?"
"Three days at most. It's hardly a murder trial." He cleared his throat. "Speaking of which, another case was brought to my attention today. A half-demon killed in Nevada, apparently mistaken for another who was under Cabal warrant for execution."
"Exactly. The Boyd Cabal isn't admitting their mistake, let alone conducting a proper investigation and procedural review. I thought perhaps you might be able to assist me. That is, if you aren't busy—"
"When can we leave?"
"Sunday. Savannah could spend the night at Michelle's, and we'd return Monday evening."
"Sounds—" I stopped. "Savannah has an orthodontic appointment Monday afternoon. I'd reschedule, but . . ."
"It took six weeks to get it, I know. Yes, I have it marked right here. Three o'clock with Doctor Schwab. I should have checked before I asked." He paused. "Perhaps you could still come along and leave early Monday morning?"
"Sure. That sounds good."
The words came out empty, the elation that surged only a moment ago drained by this sudden glimpse of my future, calendar pages crammed with orthodontic appointments, Saturday morning art classes, and PTA meetings stretching into eternity.
On the heels of that thought came another. How dare I complain? I'd taken on this responsibility. I'd wanted it. I'd fought for it. Only a few months ago, I'd seen the same snapshot of my future and I'd been happy. Now, as much as I loved Savannah, I couldn't deny the occasional twinges of resentment.
"We'll work something out," Lucas said. "In the meantime, I should mention that I took advantage of a brief recess today to visit some of Chicago's lesser-known shopping venues, and found something that might cheer you up. A necklace."
I grinned. "An amulet?"
"No, I believe it's what they call a Celtic knot. Silver. A simple design, but quite elegant."
"Sure. Good . . . great."
"No really, I—" I paused. "It's not a necklace, is it?"
"I've been told, on good authority, that jewelry is the proper token of affection. I must admit I had my doubts. One could argue that you'd prefer a rare spell, but the jewelry store clerk assured me that all women prefer necklaces to musty scrolls."
I rolled onto my stomach and grinned. "You bought me a spell? What kind? Witch? Sorcerer?"
"It's a surprise."
"What?" I shot upright. "No way! Don't you dare—"
"It'll give you something to look forward to when I get home."
"Well, that's good, Cortez, 'cause God knows, I wasn't looking forward to anything else."
A soft laugh. "Liar."
I thumped back onto the bed. "How about a deal? You tell me what the spell does and I'll give you something to look forward to."
"I'll make it more than tempting."
"That I don't doubt."
"Good. Now here's the deal. I give you a list of options. If you like one, then you can have it when you get home if you tell me about the spell tonight."
"Before you begin, I really should warn you, I'm quite resolved to secrecy. Breaking that resolve requires more than a laundry list of options, however creative. Detail will be the key."
I grinned. "You alone?"
"That goes without saying. If you're asking whether I'm in my hotel room, the answer is yes."
My grin broadened. "Good, then you'll get all the detail you can handle."
I never did find out what the spell was, probably because, five minutes into the conversation, we both forgot what had started it and, by the time we signed off, I crawled under the covers, forgetting even the most basic nighttime toiletry routines, and promptly fell asleep, my curiosity the only thing left unsatisfied.
Death Before Dishonor
Come morning, i bounded out of bed, ready to take on the world. This would have been a positive sign had I not done the same thing every morning for the past two weeks. I awoke, refreshed, determined this would be the day I'd haul my ass out of the pit. I'd cook breakfast for Savannah. I'd leave a cheerful message of support on Lucas's cell phone. I'd jog two miles. I'd dive into my Web site projects with renewed vigor and imagination. I'd take time out in the afternoon to hunt down season-end tomatoes at the market. I'd cook up a vat of spaghetti sauce that would fill our tiny freezer. The list went on. I usually derailed somewhere between leaving the message for Lucas and starting my workday . . . roughly around nine a.m.
That morning, I sailed into my jog still pumped. I knew I wouldn't hit two miles, considering I'd never exceeded one mile in my entire running career, which was now in its fifth week. Over the last eighteen months it had come to my attention, on multiple occasions, that my level of physical fitness was inadequate. Before now, a good game of pool was as active as I got. Ask me to flee for my life, and we could be talking imminent heart failure.
As long as I was reinventing myself, I might as well toss in a fitness routine. Since Lucas ran, that seemed the logical choice. I hadn't told him about it yet. Not until I reached the two-mile mark. Then I'd say, "Oh, by the way, I took up running a few days ago." God forbid I should admit to not being instantly successful at anything.
That morning, I finally passed the one-mile mark. Okay, it was only by about twenty yards, but it was still a personal best, so I treated myself to an iced chai for the walk home.
As I rounded the last corner, I noticed two suspicious figures standing in front of my building. Both wore suits, which in my neighborhood was extremely suspicious. I looked for Bibles or encyclopedias, but they were empty-handed. One stared up at the building, perhaps expecting it to morph into corporate headquarters.
I fished my keys from my pocket. As I glanced up, two girls walked past the men. I wondered why they weren't in school—dumb question in this neighborhood, but I was still adjusting—then realized the "girls" were at least forty. My mistake arose from the size differential. The two men towered a foot above the women.
From the Paperback edition.
Posted June 27, 2012
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"Industrial magic" is the fourth book in Kelley Armstrong's "Women of the Otherworld" series, and you are highly likely to enjoy it a lot, specially if you read the others before. "Bitten", "Stolen" and "Dime store magic" Which introduce you to a world where magic and the supernatural are just part of everyday life. "Industrial magic" just takes you further into it...this series has demons, deities, vampires, werewolves, witches, sorcerers, shaman, druids, necromancers, clairvoyants, and much more. The supernatural world lies just under the surface of the known world and definitely has a nasty bite. With "Industrial Magic", we are once again treated to a delightful adventure that will suck you in and not let go until the end.
I really enjoyed this book. I wasn't sure I would, as Paige was not my favorite character, but she really grew on me in "Dime Store Magic", and continued to grow on me in this one, and i love how the werewolves get involved in this book as well.
It was fast paced and action packed. A great addition to the "Women of the Otherworld" series. If you like the paranormal, and action, with some romance, then this series is for you, including this book.
I enjoyed the relationship with Paige and Lucas, its very touching, and believable. He is very sweet and considerate, a perfect match for Paige.
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Posted April 7, 2011
INDUSTRIAL MAGIC, by Kelley Armstrong, is the fourth book in the Women of the Otherworld series. Paige is once again the narrator and she is on a case with Lucas revolving around the death's of supernatural teens who are linked to the Cabals.
After skipping around the series for a bit I decided to read the rest of the books in order. I picked up where I left off with Paige, Lucas, and Savannah. The actual casework was very interesting and I liked only knowing as much as they did throughout. Armstrong definitely 'threw stones' at her characters and made them work to solve the murders. They didn't have an easy time finding the murderer and time ran out for many children who had been attacked. The revelation of the villian was a bit frightening and I applaud Armstrong for the detailed detective work she outlined for our protagonists.
Coupled with an awesome plot, Armstrong brought back some of my favorite characters and introduced a couple of new ones. Elena, Clay, and Jeremy eventually joined in the fray (yummy Clay!) and I was so glad to read them again! We are introduced to Benecio Cortez, Lucas's father, and also a celebrity necromancer Jamie Vegas. I liked getting to know the rocky relationship between Lucas and Benecio and I actually hoped for the best between them. Jamie was fabulous! She is sassy, saracastic, and brutally honest. I look forward to seeing more of her in the future books.
Overall, this was a fantastic installment to the series. I look forward to reading Haunted next which is focused on Savannah's mother, Eve Levine.
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Posted January 4, 2015
Posted June 27, 2012
(Source: I own a copy of this book.)
This is book 4 in the ‘women of the otherworld’ series, and kicks off a few weeks after the end of book 3.
We once again join Paige and Lucas, and this time they’re almost, kind-of… working with Lucas’ father Benicio and the Cortez Cabal!
It seems that several teens of employees of the Cabal *like a mafia family) have been killed, and the cabal are looking to find out who is behind it. Lucas is busy with one case, but Paige isn’t, and when she finds out that one of the victims was a young run-away witch, she can’t help but offer to lend a hand.
Things aren’t easy though when half the witnesses seem to be dead, and every lead seems to finish in a dead end. There’s plenty of intrigue though with necromancers, werewolves, and vampires dropping in to liven up the party.
Who is killing the Cabal kids though? And why?
I enjoyed this book, quite a lot more than ‘Dime Store Magic’, it just flowed better, and held my attention better too.
The story starts with Paige failing in an attempt to form her own coven. She’s been improving her powers using the spell books for the tertiary spells that she acquired in ‘Dime Store Magic’, but nobody else seems interested in joining her, and so she’s currently coven-less, and working on her own.
The main story in the book is about the murders of cabal employees’ kids, but this develops into something even bigger as the story progresses. I wasn’t overly sure about Paige and Lucas working with his father’s Cabal, I was worried that there was a trick in there somewhere, but obviously sometimes you need to take risks.
The secondary characters in this book were so much fun! We once again meet Elena, Jeremy, and Clayton from ‘Bitten’, and also have some vampires, and a necromancer thrown into the mix. Each character had their own ideas and intentions, but blended well with the rest of the storyline. There’s not much from Savanna in this instalment, which seems to be a good thing, and we get to see a little more development in Paige and Lucas’ relationship.
Overall; a great addition to the series.
8 out of 10.
Posted March 24, 2011
i have never disliked ANY of her books. always very entertaining and even 11 books into the Otherworld series, she still finds ways to surprise you with the plits. deffinetly reccomend this and all her other books!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 23, 2011
A great 4th installment to Kelley Armstrong's "Women of the Other World" series. Lucas and Paige are back and so are a few of the other characters that we had a chance to meet in Stolen. Lucas takes Paige home to meet his father and end up staying to solve a murder mystery. As usual, things are never as straight forward as that and chaos ensues.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 16, 2010
All the characters and the plot line are enjoyable and easy to read. I will continue with this series and can't wait for the next book. It is a great paranormal romantic series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 29, 2010
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I love Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series, which are mostly first person Urban Fantasies written from a female point of view. That said, I certainly have my favorites, and the two novels centering on Paige Winterbourne and Luis Cortes definitely rank for me as the ones I loved the most. I could understand others having others, the novels are all good reads, I just happen to like Paige, and the themes of a "cabal" of male sorcerers organized in something resembling a corporation and the relatively less powerful female witches in opposition. Paige is a witch--Luis, the romantic interest is a sorcerer. The first novel involving them was "Dime Store Magic" which should be read before this one. I find both books a fun, engrossing read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 10, 2010
Posted November 21, 2009
Industrial Magic, the fourth book in the Women of the Otherworld series, is a fun read. The witch Paige and her sorcerer boyfriend Cortez are back and in Miami hunting down the supernatural who is killing off the Cabal children. This book has action, some light romance and plenty of mystery as the killer is uncovered. With stories filled with characters like witches, vampires, werewolves and necromancers.....Kelley Armstrong never fails to entertain.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 3, 2009
If you want to read this series - start with book one. This is the forth in the series and while you can read it as a stand alone - it makes much more sense in chronological order. I read it first then decided I liked it, re-read it after finishing books 1-3, then decided I loved it. Not an easy read - but definately worth it if you can keep up. If you like supernaturals - you'll really get a kick out of this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 6, 2008
This is the fourth book in the series 'Women of the Otherworld'. I was quite fond of 'Industrial Magic'. It was the best of the books with Paige as the lead. It was a real page turner. I felt sorry for some of the characters. It could be quite depressing for some people.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 1, 2005
this book is listed as the 3rd book in the series it is the 4th book the first is bitten ,stolen , dime store magic then this book but over all the book is great and a real good read keep you guessing and looking for the next clue hope you enjoy this book and the rest as much as i haveWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 17, 2004
Very good reading from start to finish. Employed so much variety and distinction with the supernaturals. The characters are really taking on a life of their own and becoming very substantial - witches, vamps, weres, ghosts. Definitly, something for everyone. I really like the droll 'Cassandra' (vamp). I'd like to read more about her in the future. Also, looking very forward to the next book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 29, 2004
Starting life over after being exiled from her Coven hasn't been easy for Paige Winterbourne, but with the help of Savannah, her ward, and Lucas Cortez, her significant other, she is coping rather well until Lucas' father sends her a message, timed so that Lucas won't be there when she gets it. As far fetched as it might seem in the world of Cabal/Coven politics, Bennicio Cortez needs Paige's help. The Cabals and the witches are ancient enemies, you see, and Lucas has shunned his family. When Cabal children begin turning up dead, politics and family feuds are set aside. Delving into the darkest parts of the paranormal world is dangerous and complicated, but those are risks Paige and Lucas willingly take in this exciting, funny, and suprisingly warm hearted novel. ............... ***** All the Women of the Underworld books have been phenomenal, and this is the best yet. The return of Elena and Clay (Bitten, Stolen) comes in the exact right way; and even though they are supporting cast this go round, their roles are not underplayed in any way. Seeing more of Lucas' family adds flavor and depth to this world as well. However, it must be said that Lucas is one of the best romantic heroes ever created, managing to be alpha in a subtle fashion that makes full use of his dry wit. *****Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 29, 2004
Excellent book, finished it in 2 days, need to see more of Lucas's personality. Liked the possiblity of Paige's and Lucas's dreams coming true.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 26, 2004
I loved Kelly Armstrong's newest Paige Winterbourne book Industrial Magic. The characters are varied and interesting with unexpected twists and turns. I read the entire book in one setting. Looking forward to next novel.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
In Portland, Oregon, powerful witch Paige Winterbourne splits from her mother¿s ultraconservative American Coven of Witches following her matriarch¿s death. Feeling the group is to self centered to understand society as a whole, she begins to form a new coven................................. Meanwhile, someone is killing the teenage offspring of the Cortez Cabal. Leader Benicio Cortez is concerned and his own law enforcement team has not been able to stop the serial killer, always arriving just too late in spite of modern technology enhanced by paranormal powers. He asks his son and cabal heir Lucas and the lad¿s girlfriend Paige to stop a murderer before others innocents die............................. The latest Underworld tale is a superb horror fantasy that hooks the audience the moment a beleaguered teen makes the cell phone call in an Atlanta park until the final confrontation with a supernatural serial slayer. The story line moves quickly, but what makes the tale so good just like its predecessors like DIME STORE MAGIC is that the paranormal seems so normal, a way of life. Paige is a terrific heroine and Lucas is a perfect partner for her in many ways; together they make a dream team that the audience will appreciate as they face off against an evil doer.................................. Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.