Mercy Burns (Myth and Magic Series #2)

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For readers of Keri Arthur’s bestselling Riley Jenson Guardian series comes a new sexy and exciting paranormal romance—the second novel in her acclaimed Myth and Magic series.
Mercy Reynolds is a reporter in the San Francisco Bay area, but she’s also more—and less—than human. Half woman, half air dragon, she’s a “draman”—unable to shift shape but still able to unleash fiery energy. Now something will ...

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For readers of Keri Arthur’s bestselling Riley Jenson Guardian series comes a new sexy and exciting paranormal romance—the second novel in her acclaimed Myth and Magic series.
Mercy Reynolds is a reporter in the San Francisco Bay area, but she’s also more—and less—than human. Half woman, half air dragon, she’s a “draman”—unable to shift shape but still able to unleash fiery energy. Now something will put her powers to the test.

Mercy’s friend Rainey has enlisted her help to solve her sister’s murder. Then a horrible accident claims Rainey’s life, leaving Mercy only five days to find the killer: If Mercy fails, according to dragon law, Rainey’s soul will be doomed to roam the earth for eternity. But how can Mercy help when she herself is a target? With nowhere else to turn, she must join forces with a sexy stranger—the mysterious man they call “Muerte,” or death itself, who’s as irresistible as he is treacherous. But can even Death keep Mercy alive for long enough to find her answers?

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Sometimes when a writer gets involved in writing a series, a minor character comes along that catches the writer's imagination and demands that their story be told. When I wrote Tempting Evil, I had no idea that the baby girl with violet eyes and who seemed to understand far too much for a child that young was going to be one of those characters. In fact, she wasn't even supposed to come back into the series.

But appear she did in Embraced by Darkness. By then, Risa was a toddler who not only loved going as fast as possible on her plastic train, but one who, even at such a young age, could see death.

And that was the first inkling I had that this little girl was to become a whole lot more important to both the Riley Jenson series, and to me.

Over the next few books we caught more glimpses of the little girl who'd developed a love of Coke, cake, and her aunt Riley. But it was in Bound to Shadows that we had a true indication of just how unusual she truly was. Because in Bound by Shadows, the still young Risa walked into the gray fields-- the fields that lay between life and death--and convinced a grieving Riley to live rather than die.

And that was when I knew that Risa was going to get her own series.

But what sort of world would someone who could see death and walk through the gray fields inhabit? It wouldn't be the world of vampires, werewolves, and the Directorate. Someone who saw the spectre of death as an everyday occurrence wouldn't willingly step into a life that was filled with those things--and Riley wasn't ever likely to let any child she loved get drawn into the Directorate when she knew just how dangerous it could be.

Of course, the key phrase there is, ‘wouldn't willingly'.

And that became my jumping off point for the series. That, and Risa's heritage.

Because Risa's parents could never be considered normal. Her mom--Dia--isn't only a powerful psychic, but a lab-created Helki werewolf capable of shapeshifting her appearance as easily as she took on wolf form. But Risa's ability to walk the grey fields and see death--or rather, the reapers--came from her father, who was an Aedh.

If reapers are the beings who guide souls to heaven or hell, then the Aedh are the gatekeepers. Like the reapers, they're not flesh and blood beings, although they can attain that form if they wish. In flesh form, the reapers appear human, but the Aedh are winged creatures of immense beauty and power. They're also cold and clinical, possessing little in the way of human emotion.

And I began to wonder, what would happen if the gatekeepers were either no longer able to guard the gates, or better yet, no longer wanted to?

What if they decided it would be simpler to permanently close the gates to heaven and hell, not only stopping demons from escaping, but souls from moving on?

What if keys that were created to permanently lock the gates went missing before they could be used, and the only person who could find them again was a blood relative of the man who had stolen them--Risa's father.

And what if it wasn't only the Aedh and the reapers who were now looking for the keys, but a high vampire council who'd suddenly decided hell might just make an ideal prison...

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400111497
  • Publisher: Tantor Media, Inc.
  • Publication date: 4/26/2011
  • Series: Myth and Magic Series , #2
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged CD
  • Product dimensions: 6.46 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 1.09 (d)

Meet the Author

Keri Arthur first started writing when she was twelve years old, and to date, she's finished fifteen novels. Her books have received many nominations and prizes, including making the final five in the Random House Australia George Turner Prize. She has also been nominated in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Awards, received a 'perfect 10' from Romance Reviews Today, as well as being nominated for Best Shapeshifter in PNR's PEARL Awards. She's a dessert and function cook by trade, and married to a wonderful man who not only supports her writing, but who also does the majority of the housework. They have one daughter, and live in Melbourne, Australia.

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Chapter One

"We'll have you out in a minute, ma'am. Just keep still awhile longer."

The voice rolled across the gray mist enshrouding my mind—a soothing sound that brought no comfort, only confusion. Why would he say I shouldn't move?

And why was he saying it just to me? Why wasn't he saying anything to Rainey, who'd been driving the car?

Ignoring the advice, I shifted, trying to get more comfortable, trying to feel. Pain shot through my side, spreading out in heated waves across my body and reverberating through my brain. The sensation was oddly comforting even as it tore a scream from my throat.

If I could feel, then I wasn't dead.

Should I be?

Yes, something inside me whispered. Yes.

I swallowed heavily, trying to ease the dryness in my throat. What the hell had happened to us? And why did it suddenly feel like I was missing hours of my life?

The thing that was digging into my side felt jagged and fat, like a serrated knife with a thicker, heavier edge, yet there were no knives in the car. People like me and Rainey didn't need knives or guns or any other sort of human weapon, because we were born with our own. And it was just as dangerous, just as accurate, as any gun or knife.

So why did it feel like I had a knife in my side?

I tried to open my eyes, suddenly desperate to see where I was, to find Rainey, to understand what was going on. But I couldn't force them open and I had no idea why.

Alarm snaked through the haze, fueling my growing sense that something was very wrong.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep calm, trying to keep still as the stranger had advised. The air was cool, yet sunshine ran through it, hinting that dawn had passed and that the day was already here. But that couldn't be right. Rainey and I had been driving through sunset, not sunrise, enjoying the last rays before the night stole the heat from us.

Moisture rolled down the side of my cheek. Not a tear; it was too warm to be a tear.


There was blood on my face, blood running through my hair. My stomach clenched and the fear surged to new heights, making it difficult to breathe. What the hell had happened? And where the hell was Rainey?

Had we been in some sort of accident?

No, came the answer from the foggy depths of my mind. This was no accident.

Memories surged at the thought, though the resulting images were little more than fractured flashes mixed with snatches of sound, as if there were bits my memory couldn't—or wouldn't—recall. There was the deep, oddly familiar voice on the phone who'd given us our first decent clue in weeks. And Rainey's excitement over the possible lead—our chance to discover not only what had happened to her sister, but also to everyone else who had once lived in the town of Stillwater. Our mad, off-key singing as we'd sped through the mountains, heading back to San Francisco and our meeting with the man who just might hold some answers.

Then the truck lights that had appeared out of nowhere and raced toward us. The realization that the driver wasn't keeping to his own side of the road, that he was heading directly for us. Rainey's desperate, useless attempts to avoid him. The screeching, crumpling sound of metal as the truck smashed into us, sending us spinning. The screaming of tires as Rainey stomped on the brakes, trying to stop us from being shunted through the guardrail. The roar of the truck's engine being gunned, and a second, more crushing sideways blow that buckled the doors and forced us through the very railing we'd been so desperate to avoid. The fear and the panic and the realization that we couldn't get out, couldn't get free, as the car dropped over the ledge and smashed into the rocks below, rolling over, and over, and over . . .

The sound of sobbing shattered the reeling images—deep, sobbing gasps that spoke of pain and fear. Mine. I sought desperately to gain some control, to quiet the sobs and suck down some air. Hysteria wouldn't help. Hysteria never helped.

Something pricked my arm. A needle. I wanted to tell them that whatever they were giving me probably wouldn't work because human medicine almost never did on us, but the words stuck somewhere in my throat. Not because I couldn't speak, but because I'd learned the hard way never to say anything that might hint to the humans that they were not alone in this world.

And yet, despite my certainty that the drug wouldn't work, my awareness seemed to strengthen. I became conscious of the hiss of air and of the screech and groan of metal being forced apart. Close by, someone breathed heavily; I could smell his sweat and fear. Farther away was the murmur of conversation, the rattle of chains, and the forlorn sighing of the wind. It had an echo, making it sound as if we were on the edge of a precipice.

What was absent was Rainey's sweet, summery scent. I should have been able to smell her. In the little hatchback there wasn't much distance between the passenger seat and the driver's, yet I had no sense of her.

Fear surged anew and I raised a hand, ignoring the sharp, angry stabbing in my side as I swiped at my eyes. Something flaked away and a crack of warm light penetrated. I swiped again, then a hand grabbed mine, the fingers cool and strong. I struggled against the grip but couldn't break free, and that scared me even more. He was human, and I wasn't. Not entirely. There was no way on this earth he should have been able to restrain me so easily.

"Don't," he said, gravelly voice calm and soothing, showing no trace of the fear I could smell on him. "There's a cut above your eye and you'll only make the bleeding worse."

It couldn't get worse, I wanted to say. And I meant the situation, not the wound. Yet that little voice inside me whispered that the pain wasn't over yet, that there was a whole lot more to come.

I clenched my fingers against the stranger's, suddenly needing the security of his touch. At least it was something real in a world that had seemingly gone mad.

The screeching of metal stopped, and the thick silence was almost as frightening. Yet welcome. If only the pounding in my head would stop . . .

"Almost there, ma'am. Just keep calm a little longer."

"Where . . ." My voice came out little more than a harsh whisper and my throat burned in protest. I swallowed heavily and tried again. "Where is Rainey?"

He hesitated. "Your friend?"


His hesitation lasted longer. "Let's just concentrate on getting you out and safe."

There was something in his voice that had alarm bells ringing. An edge that spoke of sorrow and death and all those things I didn't want to contemplate or believe.

"Where is she?" I said, almost desperately. "I need to know she's okay."

"She's being taken care of by someone else," he said, and I sensed the lie in his words.

No, I thought. No!

Rainey had to be alive. Had to be. She wasn't just my friend, she was my strength, my courage, and my confidante. She'd hauled me out of more scrapes than I could remember. She couldn't be gone.

Fear and disbelief surged. I tore my hand from his and scrubbed urgently at my eyes. Warmth began to flow anew, but I was finally able to see.

And what I saw was the crumpled steering wheel, the smashed remains of the windshield, the smears of blood on the jagged, twisted front end of the car.

No, no, NO!

She couldn't be dead. She couldn't. I'd survived, and she was stronger—tougher—than me. How could she die? How could that be possible?

And then I saw something else.

Bright sunlight.

Dawn had well and truly passed.

That's why my rescuer had been so vague about Rainey. They couldn't find her. And no matter how much they looked, they never would. The flesh of a dead dragon incinerated at the first touch of sunrise.

I began to scream then, and there was nothing anyone could do to make me stop. Because they didn't understand what a dragon dying unaccompanied at dawn meant.

But I did. And it tore me apart.

Though in the end, I did stop—but only because the pain of being wrenched free of the twisted, broken wreck finally swept me into unconsciousness.

Chapter Two

I left the hospital as soon as I was physically able.

The staff had tried to make me stay. They'd tried to convince me that one day after an operation to remove a six-inch piece of steel from my side, I should be flat on my back and recovering, not strolling around like there was nothing wrong with me.

But they didn't understand what I was. I couldn't have stayed there even if I'd wanted to, and not just because they would have noticed how fast I healed and started asking questions.

No, the real reason was Rainey.

Her soul still had a chance to move on.

Sunset wasn't only the time where day met night, it was the time when the dead could mingle more freely with those who lived. Some of those ghosts would be dragons who died without someone to pray for them, destined to roam this earth forever—insubstantial beings who could never move on, never feel, and never experience life again. But those who had died before their time had one small lifeline. If I caught and killed those responsible for Rainey's demise within seven days of her death, I could then pray for her soul on the fall of the final day and she would be able to move on.

I had five of those seven days left, and there was no way on this earth I was going to waste them lying in a hospital bed. No matter how much it still hurt to walk around.

Which was why I was sitting here, in this dark and dingy bar, waiting for the man we'd arranged to meet before that truck had barreled into us.

I reached for my Coke and did a quick scan of the place. It wasn't anywhere I would have chosen, though I could see the appeal to a sea dragon. Situated in the Marina district of San Francisco, the bar was dark and smoky, and the air thick with the scent of beer, sweaty men, and secrets. Tables hid in dim corners, those sitting at them barely visible in the nebulous light.

There was no one human in those shadows.

A long wooden bar dominated one side of the venue, and the gleaming brass foot rail and old-style stools reminded me of something out of the Old West—although the décor of the rest of the place was more ship-related than Western-themed, with old rope ladders, furled sails, and a ship's wheel taking pride of place on the various walls.

I'd attracted plenty of attention when I'd walked in, and I wasn't entirely sure whether it was due to the fact that I was the only female in the place, or the rather prominent scar on my forehead. Most of the men had quickly lost interest once I'd sent a few scowls their way, but the bartender—a big, swarthy man of indeterminate age—seemed to be keeping an eye on me. While some part of me figured he simply didn't want trouble, something about it bothered me nonetheless.

Then the door to my right opened, briefly silhouetting the figure of a man. He was thickset but tall, and his hair was a wild mix of black, blue, and green, as if some artist had spilled a palette of sea-colored paints over his head.

When my gaze met his, he nodded once, then stepped into the room.

I took another sip of Coke and waited. He weaved his way through the mess of tables and chairs, his movements deft and sure, exhibiting a fluid grace so rare in most people.

Of course, he wasn't most people. He was one of the other ones. One of the monsters.

"Angus Dougall, at your service," he said, his deep, somewhat gruff voice holding only the barest hint of a Scottish burr. "Sorry I was so late, but there were protestors up on Mission Street and the traffic was hell. You want another drink?"

"Not at the moment, thanks. And why meet here if it was so far out of your way?"

"Because I know these parts well enough."

Implying that he felt safer here than anywhere else, I guessed. He took off a blue woolen peacoat that had seen better years and tossed it over the back of the chair opposite, then walked to the bar. He was, I thought with amusement, very much the image of a sea captain of old, complete with jaunty cap and a pipe shoved in his back pocket. His multicolored hair was wild and scraggly, his skin burned nut-brown by the sun, and his beard was as unkempt as his hair. All that was missing was the parrot on his shoulder. And the wrinkles—because despite looking like an old-style sea captain, he couldn't have been any older than his mid-forties.

Only I doubt he'd ever been near a boat in his life. Sea dragons had no need for that mode of transport. Not according to Leith—a friend who was currently running a background check on Dougall. And he should know, because he was a sea dragon himself.

Angus came back with a beer in his hand and sat down. His gaze swept my face, lingering on the half-healed wound that snuck out from my hair to create a jagged line across half my forehead. Once it was fully healed, it would be barely visible, but right now it was fucking ugly.

Which was a small price to pay, considering the other option. Tears touched my eyes and I blinked them away rapidly. Now was not the time to grieve. I had far too much to do before I could give in to the pain and hurt and loss.

Angus took a sip of his beer then said, "I wasn't actually expecting you to make it today. I thought you'd been in an accident?"

Fear prickled my spine. I took a drink to ease the sudden dryness in my throat and wondered if he'd been behind the wheel of that truck. Wondered just how safe I was in this bar, even with the dozen or so strangers around us.

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  • Posted March 21, 2011

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    an engaging investigative romantic urban fantasy

    Mercy Reynolds trusts few people as she knows firsthand how treacherous others are especially towards a "Draman". Recently, the half air dragon's single digits were reduced by one when her best friend purebred sea dragon Rainey was murdered in a car incident in which Mercy was a passenger. Her BFF's homicide is hard enough for Mercy to accept, but the death precluded the rituals needed to enable Rainey to move on as dragons dead at sunrise without the ritual cannot. Mercy knows that if she can find and bring the killers to justice she can perform the rituals for Rainey to pass; five days left and counting to achieve the impossible San Francisco mission.

    Damon Ray is trying to do his job of killing rogue purebreds and dramon dragons who break the law. His current assignment has humiliatingly a draman helping him. However, worse is he is attracted to the half-breed while she refuses to back off as she is on a mercy mission for her beloved late buddy.

    While Riley Jenson takes a deserved respite, Keri Arthur writes an engaging investigative romantic urban fantasy. Mercy is a terrific heroine whose objective is not vengeance but the purity of enabling her friend to move beyond this realm. Damon is more hard boiled even with his attraction as the audience will relish this paranormal tour of the streets of San Francisco in the second Myth and Magic thriller (see Destiny Kills).

    Harriet Klausner

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2011

    plot inconsistencies with 1st novel

    I really enjoyed "Destiny Kills," the first book in this series. Prior to reading the 2nd installment, I reread "Destiny Kills," big mistake. Although I very much liked Mercy and Damon, there were so many plot inconsistencies between the two novels. Spoilers: In the 2nd book, they make a huge point of the fact that relatives know when someone dies; however Trae couldn't tell when Egan died in the 1st book. In the 1st book, Trae is searching for Mercy but claims she is not in mortal danger; however in the 2nd book Mercy's life is repeatedly threatened. In the 2nd book Destiny is described as extremely pregnant. She was only a few months in the 1st book. How long could it have taken Trae to track his sister down when she was in the same town, and still working at the same job? The plot inconsistencies wrecked the 2nd book for me. If you cannot remember the details of the 1st novel, or haven't even read it, then this book will probably appeal to you. Otherwise, I cannot recommend it.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2012


    Loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2012

    I love Keri Arthur's books and Destiny Kills entertained me. I w

    I love Keri Arthur's books and Destiny Kills entertained me. I will first say that I LIKE the storyline idea for this book and that I am only halfway done with it, I just don't know if I'm going to be able to finish it with how badly the Mercy character bothers me. I have two main issues with Mercy Burns (This review contains spoilers!).

    First of all it's hard to care about the fact that her friend's soul may be stuck on earth forever because I'm stuck wondering "why?" the whole time. And it may have been explained better in Destiny Kills, I don't remember, but for people like me who read that one a long time ago it would be nice to have my memory refreshed. It is distracting to know "OK she was murdered so her soul will wander forever if her death isn't avenged (why?). Mercy has 7 days to do this, including the 2 days she was in the hospital I think (why 7 days?)" And almost 100 pages later I read that the reason is because no one prayed over her body when the sun rose on it after she died (but there is so far no full explanation of death rituals of Dragons so I don't know the limits or bounds and I don't know why having someone pray for her is so significant.) I have so many question about dragon deaths that it's distracting.

    The other issue I have also feeds into the first issue. It's hard to take the problem of her friend's soul situation seriously when Mercy herself barely seems to care. I really don't like Mercy as a character at all. She seems so... unintelligent and impulsive. Her friend's soul may wander forever because no one prayed for it and yet she walks alone into danger multiple times knowing that if SHE gets killed no one will be there to pray over her either. She also doesn't seem to take the situation seriously because when she gets drugged and kidnapped and thrown into a cell with a complete stranger her first thought was essentially (I am paraphrasing) "Hey he has been tortured." followed by "Oh but his nose and lips are REALLY attractive". Personally if I thought I was going to be tortured in the near future I would not be looking at how hot my bruised and bleeding cellmate is. I am expected to take it serious that Mercy is putting herself at risk constantly because of this super serious thing about her friend's soul and yet even Mercy herself almost forgets about her friend when this guy she barely knows smiles at her? And this I have a specific example of because it made me mad enough that I stopped reading it for the a while after. Her apartment has been burned, her brother's apartment has been burned, her friend has been murdered, she has been hospitalized, and she has been kidnapped and threatened with torture and death and this guy SMILES at her and her reaction is "It took a moment to ignore the glow of that smile.............. To remember why I was here, doing this." One smile from a guy she met less than a day ago and she forgets that her friend got murdered and will supposedly have to roam the earth forever? And I'm supposed to like her? I just can't bring myself to get behind a woman who is THAT ruled by her hormones. A subtle attraction culminating in a romance halfway through during down time or at the end, I could get behind. But I can't enjoy a character that is infatuated with a stranger she met the night before, to the point of forgetting her dead friend. Good idea, so far poorly executed. Maybe the rest of the book will change my mind but I doubt it can do a good enough 180 to satisfy me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2011

    Mercy Burns

    It was a great read that keeps your attention begining to end. Once you pick it up you don't wnt to put it down.

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    Posted October 27, 2011

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  • Posted October 26, 2011

    A must

    Keri is one of my favorites , and she never let's you down. She's an Aussie with a world all her own. All I can say is run to get her stories of strong women protecting us humans from our own buses.

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  • Posted October 4, 2011

    Highly recommend.

    I loved this. I love Keri Arthur. Can"t waait for the next in this series.

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  • Posted September 25, 2011

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    Action romance at its best

    Keri Arthur has a unique perspective that is totally new to the paranormal genre. Blending action, romance, paranormal, and adventure, Arthur takes readers on a roller-coaster ride that demands a readers attention from the beginning to end. The series is a must read for those that like shapeshifter adventures.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2011

    I liked it

    Entertaining. Once again Keri has not disapointed her readers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2011

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    just okay

    It was okay, not one of my favorites but not horrible either

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