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Labyrinth (Greywalker Series #5)

Labyrinth (Greywalker Series #5)

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by Kat Richardson

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To find the ghost of her killer-and rescue her father-Harper Blaine will have to enter into the Grey. And with her growing powers pulling her deeper into that paranormal world, she's afraid she may not be able to come back out.


To find the ghost of her killer-and rescue her father-Harper Blaine will have to enter into the Grey. And with her growing powers pulling her deeper into that paranormal world, she's afraid she may not be able to come back out.

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Publishers Weekly
Vampire dominance games and Harper Blaine's quest to free her father's ghost from a Grey maze add spark to Richardson's jumbled but juicy fifth Greywalker novel (after 2009's Vanished). Despite the sometimes complicated magical mumbo jumbo, readers will enjoy watching the plucky paranormal PI, her geeky boyfriend, and funny ferret Chaos battling evil. An ancient Egyptian entity, the Pharaohn-ankh-astet, pursues Harper from London to her home in Seattle, where bloodsucker-in-chief Edward Kammerling is missing, and his rival, Carlos Pires Ataide, desperately needs Harper's help in extricating the tip of a soul-consuming knife from his body. As this series continues its shift from paranormal mystery to more complex vampire-centric fantasy, Richardson's once-playful Harper is clearly evolving into a supernatural force to be reckoned with. (Aug.)
Library Journal
Since her death and resuscitation two years earlier, private investigator Harper Blaine has become a Greywalker, possessing the ability to traverse the Grey realm that exists between the living and the dead. When she returns from a trip to London, where she has gained some insight into her father's death and ghostly imprisonment, she discovers that the man who killed her has been murdered—and she desperately needs to speak to his ghost. The fifth installment of Richardson's popular Greywalker series (after Vanished) sheds more light on the mysterious events in Harper's past and expands her relationships with both friends and enemies. VERDICT Standing head and shoulders above the plethora of urban fantasies, Richardson's latest tale should appeal to fans of Jim Butcher's "Dresden Files" and Tanya Huff's Victoria Nelson series.

Product Details

Penguin Group (USA)
Publication date:
Greywalker Series , #5
Product dimensions:
6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.40(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Maybe he should have been more worried about the ghost detector going off. At the time it had seemed pretty exciting to have it work at all, but afterward it seemed as if the squawking of the alarm had presaged something much worse than a pack of ghosts. After Harper had left town, things went to hell.

First there had been the little problem of vampires…;It wasn't the vampires qua vampires; it was the change in the way they acted and how many were visible. There was always the problem of vampires in the underground and hanging around the desperate and lonely looking for a snack. But suddenly there were more, and different, vampires around Pioneer Square and downtown Seattle. And they weren't subtle. They killed people and they killed one another—nothing new—but now they were doing it in public, or as public as vampires got anyway. Dead and mutilated bodies in Belltown alleys, or awash in drifts of ash on unlit corners of First Avenue or Mercer Street, and still more after a lightning-fast gunfight a block from the Moore Theater about which witnesses could recall nothing but the speed and terror of it. The cops unhappily wrote it down as gang activity with some innocent bystanders caught in the middle and survivors too frightened to talk. All right, the vampire cliques were gangs of a sort, but since most of their victims vanished into dust and ash, the real explanation was unlikely to come up in any SPD briefing. The police were still looking into it, but Quinton was certain they weren't going to arrest anyone soon.

While Harper had been in Los Angeles trying to figure out why a dead boyfriend had called her and what he had meant by "things aren't what you think," a vampire had killed another vampire under the streets of Pioneer Square and had used one of Quinton's tools to do it. Or at least something that looked a lot like one of Quinton's vampire stunners. This he had not appreciated. At all. But he also didn't understand it and that really bugged him.

Quinton liked logic; it had stood him in good stead all his life. Where things didn't add up, he'd learned to ignore what most people thought of as "common sense" and look for patterns that, when joined with confirmed facts, would establish a reasonable working hypothesis. After all, Fleming had discovered penicillin by ignoring the common wisdom of throwing out the "contaminated" petri dish, and taking a look at the mold, instead. Quinton had discovered magic. Of course, he didn't get a Nobel Prize for it.

Quinton imagined at first that someone was trying to set him up for trouble with Edward, Seattle's bloodsucker-in-chief, but nothing had come of that. Edward—never his biggest fan—seemed to know he hadn't done it and he didn't make a move Quinton could see in response to it. Not against Quinton; not against anyone. That was definitely outside standard operating procedure for El Supremo Sanquinisto. And then he had nearly begged Harper to look into a problem in London for him—another out-of-character move for Edward. Begging? C'mon…;

Edward's desperation had pinged Quinton's danger signals. He hadn't wanted Harper to accept the job, but it wasn't his decision and he hadn't tried to push her. Something was afoot, but whether the London job was a legit problem or just a dodge to get her out of Seattle, neither of them knew and data was too sketchy for an informed guess. It bugged the hell out of them both.

In the end, despite being busy with the investigation of her past and why she was a Greywalker, Harper had agreed to the London job. She hadn't given all her reasons, but she'd admitted that running Edward's errand would give her a chance to look into another, possibly related, problem of her own. Quinton hadn't been entirely surprised to discover another ex-boyfriend was involved—this one still alive but not in fantastic health by the time things were done in England. For a moment, he'd wondered exactly how many ex-boyfriends she had, but it wasn't any real concern to him, so he'd deep-sixed the question. He was with Harper and that was the important point to his mind.

If anyone had asked Quinton ten years earlier what he thought he'd be doing by this stage in his life, observing vampires and dating a female PI who worked for ghosts wouldn't have leapt to mind. Nor would he have said applying his skills to inventing ghost detectors or dodging monsters while living under the streets of Seattle. It's not the sort of life-ambition East Coast–born intellectuals and computer geeks generally aspire to. Even disillusioned ones who've discovered the world doesn't run on the rules taught to you in ethics class, and sometimes not on the ones you presumed in physics lectures either.

On the night before Harper left for London, the ghost detector had gone off. Quinton was pleased when his prototype ghost alarm started screeching. He had surmised that ghost activity might be rising along with the vampire activity. His working hypothesis was that paranormal activity tended to rise as a body, not just as isolated actions of isolated groups. He had expected to find a ghost or two, and here it was. Except that according to Harper, it wasn't just one ghost he'd measured; it was fifty. And they had come looking for her. Then they'd taken over the detector's speaker and blurted out the same message that had come from the dead boyfriend: "Things aren't what you think."

A few hours later, Harper was on her way to England and Quinton was ferret-sitting under the streets of Seattle, puzzling over what the vampires were up to, tinkering with the ghost detector, and wondering how his calibration could have been so far off. After that, things got seriously weird.

He and Chaos, the ferret, had been down in the abandoned sidewalks under the old part of town when push finally came to shove. They were exploring near the site where the electrocuted vampire had expired, Quinton hoping to find some clue as to why the other vampire—the survivor and aggressor—hadn't taken him out, too. The area was in bad shape, a trash-filled space that had once been a single large basement room, now partially subdivided by long-abandoned efforts to rehabilitate it into useful storage. A spill of crumbling plaster, garbage, lumber, and plain old dirt made a rat playground at one end, cutting off the small plumbing and wiring closet in which Quinton had originally found himself trapped by the vampires. Quinton was becoming paranoid and very jumpy.

Ahead of him in the darkened room, the ferret leapt straight up into the air, chittering and twisting, before she hit the ground on all fours and shot off across the rubble-strewn floor. Quinton had to dive and grab her before she made it into an unseen hole in the wall of the abandoned underground. Even wearing a harness and leash, Chaos was hard to catch. The ferret squirmed in his grip, determined to get to whatever was holding her attention. Quinton tightened up the harness, ignoring the little animal's tiny claws and teeth.

"Give it up, tube rat," he muttered. "You are not breaking for freedom on my watch. Harper would skin me if I lost you." Normally, she was a well-behaved little pocket pest, but since the first vampire incident, Chaos had been pretty spooky, suddenly taking off with no visible provocation to zoom along baseboards and floors with determined concentration, chuckling like a lunatic.

Huh. No visible provocation, he thought. With his free hand, Quinton pulled the newest version of the paranormal activity detector out of one of his roomy pockets and flicked it on. It wouldn't work very long since he'd had to trade battery bulk for portability, but it might pick up something while it lasted. He placed the ferret back on the floor, keeping a tight grip on her leash.

Chaos danced around in an angry circle of hops, baring her teeth, as if taunting some unseen foe to take its best shot. The detector chirped.

The chirping accelerated. Then the pitch changed and the detector began wailing. "Uh-oh," Quinton muttered, sweeping side to side with the device, trying to pinpoint a source direction—so he could avoid it. Fascinating as hunting ghosts might sound, he was sure that whatever was causing the aberrant response was not something he wanted to tangle with. The signal was strong enough to push the detector into a near-overload state and that couldn't be good.

He snatched Chaos up and stepped around the garbage fall with the wriggling ferret in one hand and the detector in the other. He didn't know what he was getting, but it was putting out a lot of paranormal energy.

In the gloom behind the scree of trash, a pale woman with black-and-white-striped hair and embers for eyes turned toward him and hissed like a snake. Whoa. He stopped cold. OK, hypothesis confirmed: The detector picked up more than remnant spirits because this was no a ghost. His instincts screamed "Vampire!" while his mind tried to argue; she wasn't quite like the vampires he'd seen before. There was something ineffably horrifying about her and she looked…;vaguely like a cobra spreading its hood with the way her hair fanned around her head.

Quinton twitched to the side as she charged at him.

The vampire woman passed him, then whipped around. Quinton had already shoved the detector into a pocket and snatched one of the vampire stunners as she recoiled to lunge at him again. The detector continued screeching.

She shot forward like an unloaded spring. The sound from the detector pierced upward like a needle through Quinton's spine and debilitating terror rooted him to the spot.

The ferret shrieked and bit Quinton's thumb, clawing his hand in pure panic. The pain cut through Quinton's daze, and he jerked the stunner upward at the last second.

The vampiress was on him, driving stiletto claws into his back and shoulders as he squeezed the switch, shoving the lightning-spitting head of the stunner into the monster's belly.

She fell back into the garbage. Quinton let out his breath and started turning away.

The vampiress stood up, spitting. Quinton blinked and almost let go of the ferret. The shock should have dropped the vampire in her tracks, knocked her out completely for an hour or more. He'd even adjusted the voltages up after his last encounter, not caring if he sent a few of the bloodsuckers to final oblivion in piles of ash, like the one who'd been zapped by its fellow bloodsucker.

Quinton swore and spun back to meet the vampire's next leap at him, shoving the stunner up under her chin and holding the switch down as hard and long as the sweep of uncanny fear that rattled his bones would allow. This time she fell down and stayed on her knees, quivering and making a high-pitched keen that sounded less like pain than fury. But not dead. Not reduced to smoke and a greasy spot as she should have been.

Quinton whirled and ran. Chaos approved by letting go of his thumb and burrowing into his nearest pocket with a frightened yelp.

They were a room length away when Quinton heard the vampire get back up. The pile of detritus exploded as she forced her way through it, taking the shortest route toward him regardless of obstacles.

Quinton dodged and jumped, pelting through the underground toward his bunker under the Seneca Street off-ramp. The white vampiress was slower than she had been—at least he'd hurt her—but she wasn't actually slow. And he could hear more bloodsuckers falling in behind her as he ran. Where were they coming from? He didn't look back to find out. He couldn't afford to waste the energy, and the fear that drove him wouldn't let him anyhow.

Except for the scraping tattoo of their steps on the uneven, gritty floors of the underground, the vampires made no sounds as they pursued Quinton. They just came on.

He shoved through his back door barely ahead of a flock of grasping hands and cutting claws. He slammed the bars and bolts home, feeling the battering of bodies against the wood.

Silence fell for only a moment before something hissed on the outside, "Next time, solo boy."

"Says you," he spat back. It was a lame response but all he could manage between his panting and shaking. They frightened him bone-deep and he wasn't used to that sensation at all.

Then something laughed and the sound made Quinton's knees buckle until the amusement faded into the distance and darkness of the underground.

He moved out of his bunker and into Harper's condo the next morning and waited for her to return from England. He didn't consider the move cowardice; it was self-preservation. Whatever those things were, they weren't your average vampires, and he didn't want to tussle with them again any time soon.


I would like to blame jet lag for what happened when I got back, but to be honest, I just wasn't thinking. I wasn't sure of the time or how out of it I really was when my plane landed at Sea-Tac, or I might have put things off for a day, but the sense of urgency and my exhaustion worked together to convince me that getting to Edward immediately was imperative.

Bone tired is a very bad mental state for a fight. I had tried to sleep on the flight from London, but the ghost of my drowned cousin and my own thoughts about who and what I was and what I was returning home to do kept me awake. Beyond that, sleeplessness had become the norm in the past two weeks so I wasn't at my brainy best on arrival. I tried to fill Quinton in as he drove us home, but I didn't even get to the really bizarre parts before I saw that the late May sun was setting and I felt I had no choice but to drop my bags and Quinton at the condo and head for downtown at once.

I called ahead since it was after business hours. I wasn't able to reach Edward, of course, so I called Bryson Goodall, his personal head of security. Goodall had been my contact during the London trip, but I couldn't say I was thrilled about talking to anyone other than Edward himself. There was a raw tingling in my fingertips and a muttering of the Grey's ghost song in my ears that masked my true exhaustion with a foreign irritation that seemed like attention.

I parked in the subterranean garage and took the elevator down to the cold lobby of Edward's private bunker below the building. The Grey's muttering faded to a distant whisper as the lift descended. From inside the metal box, it was difficult to see the grid of magical energy that shot through the material existence of Seattle and I lost touch with that world I'd come to accept as I plunged down.

The elevator paused at the bottom, waiting for a security code to unlock the doors. The wait dragged on. I wondered if someone was messing with me…;

The doors opened after a minute and Bryson Goodall stood on the other side with his security keys and card in hand. He kept his gaze just off mine, as if he feared I'd read in it what I already knew. He looked mussed, his military bearing replaced with a more casually aggressive stance and his clothes rumpled by a long day's wear, the tie and suit jacket missing. Even his strange indigo-blue aura had changed, going darker and more purple, like a bruise. I cocked my head to the side and peered at that strange energy; it looked like a tangle of dark blue, black, and ruby flames shying away from the burning crimson of the magical wards on the doors beyond him. Odd that I hadn't noticed that before, or had something changed…;? The layers of gleaming energy that wrapped the room seemed slightly out of alignment, too, though everything was still there. Including the clinging, stomach-tilting smell of a vampire in residence.

The next set of doors would not unlatch so long as the elevator was open, so, saying nothing, I stepped out into the luxurious lobby of Edward's underground home. The deep carpet and soundproofed walls hadn't changed in the ten days since I'd last seen the bunker, yet it seemed as if something was different, broken, or out of place. The lift doors closed behind me, leaving Goodall and me alone in the cottony silence of the antechamber. I turned my head side to side, openly studying the room and feeling jumpy. I saw a thin crack of light in the wall to my left—the outline of a previously hidden door that was now a little ajar.

He noticed the direction of my gaze and shot a glance over his shoulder before turning back to me. "Monitoring room," he said.

"You monitor Edward's sanctum?"

He snorted. "No. The rest of the building, yes."

"So you saw me drive in."

"Didn't recognize the car. Sorry."

I doubted that. If he'd been checking on me as I suspected, he knew I'd replaced my destroyed classic Land Rover a year ago with a newer, silver-gray version paid for with the windfall from a weird little job in Oaxaca. Oh, yeah, he was messing with me.

"I need to see Edward," I said, tiring of trying to analyze whatever game Goodall was playing.

"He's gone."

"I heard that. What sort of 'gone' are we talking here?" I moved toward the heavily warded doors to the inner sanctum, feeling the gruesome flare of the fell magic embedded in the carved metal panels set into the massive wooden portal. An impression of gaping, toothy jaws flickered a moment in the rage of blood magic that sheeted the doors.

Goodall moved to block my way but flinched aside with a sharp-bitten yelp as he brushed the wards. He sidled in front of me, keeping his distance by inches.

"I said he's gone. You can report to me."

I offered him a cold smile. "I don't think so. Just tell me where Edward is right now. If he's in hiding behind those doors, I still need to talk to him. And if he isn't," I continued, adding a mental push to my words, "you need to tell me where he is." I felt the spiked energy of my uncanny talent for "persuading" people to talk prickle against my skin as it pressed on him.

He gave an unconscious shiver at the contact. "No, I don't."

"But you do know."

"And I am not going to tell you. Your usefulness to Edward is at an end. Things didn't work out."

"For whom?" I pressed harder on the Grey, on the magical compulsion I was building against him. It worked even on vampires, though only the weakest of them, and Goodall was no vampire—I'd met him in the hot sunshine at Burbank's airport less than two weeks ago and I'd never seen a vampire that could stand the sun. "I know what happened in London. I did what Edward sent me to do. So who's not happy with my performance?"

He narrowed his eyes and he might have been sweating, but it was hard to tell in the eldritch flicker from the wards on the doors. "You weren't supposed to come back."

"According to whom?" I was as surprised by his words as by his resistance to my push, but I shouldn't have been; Goodall gave every indication that he'd spent some time in the hardcore military. Even in the freakish lighting, the muscles under his wrinkled shirt were solid and his stance was poised. But there was something wrong about his eyes, about the way he moved…;I was too tired and too focused on my own efforts to pinpoint it. I felt the sharp edges of the magical compulsion shift and scrape between us as he tried to respond to it in the most limited way, maintain his control while giving up only worthless blither.

"The plan was to get you out of the way. Make Edward feel safe…;"

"So you could kidnap him?"

"Wygan took him," he growled. "Not me."

"Right. And how did Wygan get a hold of him? Judging by the way you're cringing, the spells on the doors are still intact, so he didn't go through them to get Edward." I was pretty sure no one knew exactly what I could or couldn't see in the Grey, and if Wygan and his cronies thought I was more Greyblind than I was, that was fine. "You held the doors for him, didn't you?"

I pushed as hard as I dared, feeling the cold black needles of energy that formed the compulsion pierce into me as well. It felt terrible, like icicles that cut into bone and froze the body from the inside out. Goodall made a subvocal growl, grinding his teeth as he glared at me. I was getting the impression the charming bodyguard didn't like me much.


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Kat Richardson lives on a sailboat in Seattle with her husband, a crotchety old cat, and two ferrets. She rides a motorcycle, shoots target pistol, and does not own a TV.

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Labyrinth (Greywalker Series #5) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 67 reviews.
dalnewt More than 1 year ago
This fifth installment in the Greywalker saga is a wonderful confluence of investigative mystery, magical journey and desperate fight against an ancient evil. It features a humanized and besieged protagonist, her engaging geek boyfriend and a cast of supernatural characters that includes a centuries old vampire necromancer, a malicious blood mage, a spiteful vampire servant, a begrudged ghost and a bizarre, ancient vampire. The narrative is fast-paced, twisting, inventive and intense. The descriptions of magic and magical places are vivid and the characters and supernatural creatures are imaginative. The story is amazingly self-contained. No past knowledge of the earlier books is required to understand and enjoy the narrative. Nonetheless, it provides gratifying answers to many past questions in the series and ingeniously concludes a major story arc. The story begins with the protagonist, P.I. Harper Blaine, returning to Seattle armed with knowledge that an ancient Egyptian vampire, currently named Wygan, orchestrated a deadly assault against her, two years prior, causing her clinical death and resultant ability to traverse the 'grey', (a veiled realm of ghosts and other supernatural creatures). She's also gained insight into her father's death-by-suicide as well as the probable reason behind his missing ghost. Vowing to release her father's ghost and somehow defeat Wygan, Harper attempts to enlist the help of Seattle's vampire boss, Edward Kimmerling. But, upon arrival at Kimmerling's underground headquarters, she finds the reclusive vampire unaccountably absent. Then, she receives a call for help from her boyfriend, Quinton, who, together with her pet ferret Chaos, is under siege at her apartment. Both Harper and Quinton soon realize that Wygan has targeted her for yet another death experience. Harper, often assisted by Quinton, is forced into deadly confrontations with Wygan's not-quite-human servant, mercenary vampire hirelings and a species of serpent-like vampires (called the asetem) who revere Wygan as a god. Complicating matters, Harper's increasingly distracted by unintelligible voices emanating from the grey and begins to inexorably transform into a creature of the grey. Intermingled with the action, an intense and winding investigation ensues that begins with Harper tracking down the ghost of the man who caused her 'first' death at the behest of Wygan. The solution to finding her father's ghost, who Harper believes holds the knowledge to defeat Wygan, eventually leads to a blood mage, a curse protected maze and a backdoor labyrinth into the grey. Plus, Harper must somehow neutralize the hold Wygan has over Seattle's second most powerful vampire, a practicing necromancer steeped in death magic named Carlos Pires Ataide. The story culminates in an explosive and surprising climax and finishes on a satisfying but slightly uncertain note. The book strikes a perfect balance between fabulously detailed descriptions and focused, fast-paced narrative. I recommend this book, (and the entire series), to any fan of supernatural fantasy or paranormal mystery. If you love either magic or mystery, you will love this book.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Seattle, paranormal private investigator Harper Blaine seeks a way to liberate her father's ghost from the Grey maze while concerned with the street violence caused by the vampires but which the cops suspect her. She has no time for cops and undead as she seeks the person who killed her. Also unbeknownst to Harper the Greywalker is that the ancient Egyptian god-king of the asteme Pharaohn-ankh-astet leaves London to pursue her in Washington. While Harper struggles with her dad's predicament and her own homicide case, vampire chief Edward Kammerling has vanished. His rival as undead boss Carlos Pires Ataide is dying unless Harper can remove a soul sucking knife from his body. Her under siege boyfriend Quinton and Chaos the ferret have her back; perhaps good intentions is a bit more accurate as truthfully she has their backs. Harper continues her metamorphosis into a grave paranormal entity in this delightfully evolving urban fantasy. The story line is action-packed as the Greywalker gets further baptism under fire from the ancient one, being in the middle of a vampire surge and seemingly civil war, having cops watch you breathe, and her dad's predicament. She ponders when she will find time for finding her own murderer. With the apt title, this is a complicated superb entry in an evolving series growing stronger and deeper. Harriet Klausner
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SheilaDeeth More than 1 year ago
Kat Richardson’s Labyrinth may not be the end of Harper Blaine’s story, but it has all the tension and urgency of an ending, together with the sense of satisfied completeness at story’s close. Threads meandering through previous books come together, and the author does a great job of reiterating the important without alienating readers. It’s been a while since I read the previous volume, Vanished, and I was concerned I might not remember enough—vital scenes from the story drifting back out of memory’s reach. It was pleasing to find I could pick this volume up without feeling lost at the start, and the recap came as an enjoyably essential part of the story when beloved characters needed to know the details just as much as I did. Kat Richardson continues to blend surreal with real in Labyrinth, combining vividly real settings from ancient orchard to deserted office, with swirling magic and the ever-present grey. Just as Blaine has learned how her own life has been manipulated, so other characters come to the fore with their pasts fitting them perfectly to the present. This novel’s danger could be earthshattering, and it grows with the pages keeping them quickly turning. Blaine learns that trust works both ways, that change is inevitable, and that sometimes you really do have to hurt before you heal—an interesting collection of lessons hidden in this tale as allies gather to save the world. A satisfying novel on its own, a great culmination to the threads of previous tales, and a story that ends with just the right sense of completion, and just the right opening left for more, this one has me convinced I’ll keep following the series. Disclosure: I got the book for Christmas and my husband read it before I did!
DomSaxum More than 1 year ago
A page turner. Not deep, and there are even typos, but Kat spins a good yarn. Not your 'teenage vamp-sex' stuff, but more like Jim Butcher's Wizard books.
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Great read....love this series
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DanatheRed More than 1 year ago
A pleaser as always
kimba88 More than 1 year ago
In this fifth installment of The Greywalker series we find our spunk protagonist PI Harper Blaine, returning to Seattle to find the city turns upside down. Edward is missing and the local police think they have a gang war on their hands. Harper, Quinton and the nightwalkers know otherwise. A powerful god wants control of the Grey and Harper is the key to his plan. Harper, her friends and sidekick Quinton must find Harper's Dads ghost, stop god-king of the asteme Pharaohn-ankh-astet and protect both the daywalkers and nightwalkers from his diabolical plan. Lots of twists and turns make this mystery fast paced and exciting. Watching Blaine unfold and understand her role is the grey is riviting. I highly recommend this series.
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pen21 More than 1 year ago
Harper Blaine is a Greywalker Private Investigator. She is a between the real and the paranormal world. Harper is searching for the ghost of her killer. But Harper really is looking for more information on her father. This is the one the best series and one I recommend to everyone. (5 out of 5)
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