Northern Lights

Northern Lights

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by Nora Roberts

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The colorful, compelling novel about two lonely souls who find love-and redemption-in Lunacy, Alaska.  See more details below


The colorful, compelling novel about two lonely souls who find love-and redemption-in Lunacy, Alaska.

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The exotic scenery isn't the only source of drama in Lunacy, Alaska (pop. 506), when newly appointed sheriff Nate Jacobs falls for local bush pilot Meg Galloway. An appealing love story unfolds as the two emotionally wounded characters attempt to work out their individual issues -- Nate struggles to adjust to small-town life (think Northern Exposure), while Meg fights the urge to follow her usual pattern of dumping guys after 30 days. Battling their romance for top billing is an engrossing murder mystery -- the discovery of Meg's father, found frozen in a cave after his apparent murder 15 years ago. Three friends went up the mountain, and only two came down...and someone doesn't want either Nate or Meg to dig any further. As Nate investigates the history of this community of free spirits, it's a toss-up whether he or Meg will live long enough to put down their own roots. Ginger Curwen

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Northern Lights

By Nora Roberts

Putnam Adult

ISBN: 0-399-15205-9

Chapter One

EN ROUTE TO LUNACY - December 28, 2004

Strapped into the quivering soup can laughingly called a plane, bouncing his way on the pummeling air through the stingy window of light that was winter, through the gaps and breaks in snow-sheathed mountains toward a town called Lunacy, Ignatious Burke had an epiphany.

He wasn't nearly as prepared to die as he'd believed.

It was a hell of a thing to realize when his fate hung precariously in the hands of a stranger who was buried in a canary yellow parka and whose face was nearly concealed by a battered leather bush hat perched on top of a purple watch cap.

The stranger had seemed competent enough in Anchorage, and had given Nate's hand a hearty slap before wagging a thumb at the soup can with propellers.

Then he'd told Nate to "just call me Jerk." That's when the initial unease had set in.

What kind of an idiot got into a flying tin can piloted by a guy named Jerk?

But flying was the only sure way to reach Lunacy this late in the year. Or so Mayor Hopp had informed him when he'd conferred with her over his travel arrangements.

The plane dipped hard to the right, and as Nate's stomach followed, he wondered just how Mayor Hopp defined sure.

He'd thought he hadn't given a good damn one way or the other. Live or die, what did it matter in the big scheme? When he'd boarded the big jet at Baltimore-Washington, he'd resigned himself that he was heading to the end of his life in any case.

The department shrink had warned him about making major decisions when he was suffering from depression, but he'd applied for the position as chief of police in Lunacy for no reason other than that the name seemed apt.

And he'd accepted the position with a who-gives-a-shit shrug.

Even now, reeling with nausea, shivering with his epiphany, Nate realized it wasn't so much death that worried him, but the method. He just didn't want to end the whole deal by smashing into a mountain in the fucking gloom.

At least if he'd stayed in Baltimore, had danced more affably with the shrink and his captain, he could've gone down in the line of duty. That wouldn't have been so bad.

But no, he'd tossed in his badge, hadn't just burned his bridges but had incinerated them. And now he was going to end up a bloody smear somewhere in the Alaska Range.

"Gonna get a little rough through here," Jerk said with a drawn-out Texas drawl.

Nate swallowed bile. "And it's been so smooth up to now."

Jerk grinned, winked. "This ain't nothing. Ought to try it fighting a headwind."

"No, thanks. How much longer?"

"Not much."

The plane bucked and shuddered. Nate gave up and closed his eyes. He prayed he wouldn't add to the indignity of his death by puking on his boots first.

He was never going up in a plane again. If he lived, he'd drive out of Alaska. Or walk. Or crawl. But he was never going into the air again.

The plane gave a kind of jerking leap that had Nate's eyes popping open. And he saw through the windscreen the triumphant victory of the sun, a wondrous sort of lessening of gloom that turned the sky pearly so that the world below was defined in long ripples of white and blue, sudden rises, shimmering swarms of icy lakes and what had to be miles of snow-draped trees.

Just east, the sky was all but blotted out by the mass the locals called Denali, or just The Mountain. Even his sketchy research had told him only Outsiders referred to it as McKinley.

His only coherent thought as they shuddered along was that nothing real should be that massive. As the sun beamed God fingers through the heavy sky around it, the shadows began to drip and spread, blue over white, and its icy face glinted.

Something shifted inside him so that, for a moment, he forgot the roiling of his belly, the constant buzzing roar of the engine, even the chill that had hung in the plane like fog.

"Big bastard, ain't he?"

"Yeah." Nate let out a breath. "Big bastard."

They eased west, but he never lost sight of the mountain. He could see now that what he'd taken as an icy road was a winding, frozen river. And near its bank, the spread of man with its houses and buildings and cars and trucks.

It looked to him like the inside of a snow globe that had yet to be shaken, with everything still and white and waiting.

Something clunked under the floor. "What was that?"

"Landing gear. That's Lunacy."

The plane roared into a descent that had Nate gripping his seat, bracing his feet. "What? We're landing? Where? Where?"

"On the river. Frozen solid this time of year. No worries."


"Going in on the skis."

"Skis?" Nate abruptly remembered he hated winter sports. "Wouldn't skates make more sense?"

Jerk let out a wild laugh as the plane zeroed in on the ribbon of ice. "Wouldn't that be some shit? Skate plane. Hot damn."

The plane bumped, skidded, slid along with Nate's belly. Then glided gracefully to a stop. Jerk cut the engines, and in the sudden silence Nate could hear his own heart tattooing in his ears.

"They can't pay you enough," Nate managed. "They can't possibly pay you enough."

"Hell." He slapped Nate on the arm. "Ain't about the pay. Welcome to Lunacy, chief."

"You're damn right."

He decided against kissing the ground. Not only would he look ridiculous, but he'd probably freeze to it. Instead, he swung his weak legs out into the unspeakable cold and prayed they'd hold him up until he could get somewhere warm, still and sane.

His main problem was crossing the ice without breaking his leg, or his neck.

"Don't worry about your stuff, chief," Jerk called out. "I'll haul it for you."


Steadying himself, Nate spotted a figure standing in the snow. It was wrapped in a brown, hooded parka with black fur trim. And smoking in short, impatient puffs. Using it as a guide, Nate picked his way over the ripply ice with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Ignatious Burke."

The voice was raspy and female, and came to him on a puff of vapor. He slipped, managed to right himself, and with his heart banging against his ribs, made the snowy bank.

"Anastasia Hopp." She stuck out a mittened hand, somehow gripped his with it and pumped righteously. "Little green around the gills yet. Jerk, you play with our new chief on the way from the city?"

"No, ma'am. Had a little weather though."

"Always do. Good-looking, aren't you? Even sickly. Here, have a pull."

She yanked a silver flask out of her pocket, pushed it at him.


"Go ahead. You're not on duty yet. Little brandy'll settle you down."

Deciding it couldn't make things worse, he uncapped the flask, took a slow sip and felt it punch straight to his quivering belly. "Thanks."

"We'll get you settled in The Lodge, give you a chance to catch your breath." She led the way along a tromped-down path. "Show you around town later, when your head's clear. Long way from Baltimore."

"Yeah, it is."

It looked like a movie set to him. The green and white trees, the river, the snow, buildings made of split logs, smoke pumping out of chimneys and pipes. It was all in a dreamy blur that made him realize he was as exhausted as he was sick. He hadn't been able to sleep on any of the flights and calculated it had been nearly twenty-four hours since he'd last been horizontal.

"Good, clear day," she said. "Mountains put on a show. Kind of picture brings the tourists in."

It was postcard perfect, and just a little overwhelming. He felt like he'd walked into that movie-or someone else's dream.

"Glad to see you geared up good." She measured him as she spoke. "Lot of Lower 48ers show up in fancy overcoats and showroom boots, and freeze their asses off."

He'd ordered everything he was wearing, right down to the thermal underwear, along with most of the contents of his suitcase from Eddie Bauer online-after receiving an e-mail list of suggestions from Mayor Hopp. "You were pretty specific about what I'd need."

She nodded. "Specific, too, about what we need. Don't disappoint me, Ignatious."

"Nate. I don't intend to, Mayor Hopp."

"Just Hopp. That's what they call me."

She stepped up on a long wooden porch. "This is The Lodge. Hotel, bar, diner, social club. You got a room here, part of your salary. You decide you want to live elsewhere, that's on you. Place belongs to Charlene Hidel. She serves a good meal, keeps the place clean. She'll take care of you. She'll also try to get into your pants."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a good-looking man, and Charlene's got a weakness. She's too old for you, but she won't think so. You decide you don't either, that's up to you."

Then she smiled, and he saw that under her hood she had a face ruddy as an apple and shaped the same way. Her eyes were nut brown and lively, her mouth long and thin and quirked at the corners.

"We got us a surplus of men, like most of Alaska. That doesn't mean the local female population won't come sniffing. You're fresh meat and a lot of them are going to want a taste. You do what you please on your free time, Ignatious. Just don't go banging the girls on town time."

"I'll write that down."

Her laugh was like a foghorn-two quick blasts. To punctuate it, she slapped him on the arm. "You might do."

She yanked open the door and led him into blessed warmth.

He smelled wood smoke and coffee, something frying with onions and a woman's come-get-me perfume.

It was a wide room informally sectioned into a diner with two- and four-tops, five booths, and a bar with stools lined up with their red seats worn in the center from years of asses settling down.

There was a wide opening to the right, and through it he could see a pool table and what looked like foosball, and the starry lights of a jukebox.

On the right, another opening showed what looked like a lobby. He saw a section of counter, and cubbyholes filled with keys, a few envelopes or message sheets.

A log fire burned briskly, and the front windows were angled to catch the spectacular mountain view.

There was one enormously pregnant waitress with her hair done in a long, glossy black braid. Her face was so arresting, so serenely beautiful, he actually blinked. She looked to him like the Native Alaskan version of the Madonna with her soft, dark eyes and golden skin.

She was topping off coffee for two men in a booth. A boy of about four sat at a table coloring in a book. A man in a tweed jacket sat at the bar, smoking, and reading a tattered copy of Ulysses.

At a far table a man with a brown beard that spilled onto the chest of his faded buffalo-check flannel shirt appeared to be holding an angry conversation with himself.

Heads turned in their direction, and greetings were called out to Hopp as she tossed her hood back to reveal a springy mop of silver hair. Gazes locked onto Nate that ranged from curiosity and speculation to open hostility from the beard.

"This here's Ignatious Burke, our new chief of police." Hopp announced this as she yanked down the zipper of her parka. "We got Dex Trilby and Hans Finkle there in the booth, and that's Bing Karlovski over there with the scowl on what you can see of his face. Rose Itu is waiting tables. How's that baby today, Rose?"

"Restless. Welcome, Chief Burke."


"This is The Professor." Hopp tapped Tweed Jacket on the shoulder as she crossed to the bar. "Anything different in that book since the last time you read it?"

"Always something." He tipped down a pair of metal-framed reading glasses to get a better view of Nate. "Long trip."

"It was," Nate agreed.

"Not over yet." Shoving his glasses back into place, The Professor went back to his book.

"And this handsome devil is Jesse, Rose's boy."

The boy kept his head bent over his coloring book, but lifted his gaze so his big, dark eyes peered out under a thick fringe of black bangs. He reached out, tugged Hopp's parka so that she bent down to hear his whisper.

"Don't you worry. We'll get him one."

The door behind the bar swung open and a big, black truck in a big, white apron came out. "Big Mike," Hopp announced. "He's the cook. Was a Navy man until one of our local girls caught his eye when she was down in Kodiak."

"Snared me like a trout," Big Mike said with a grin. "Welcome to Lunacy."


"We're going to want something good and hot for our new chief of police."

"Fish chowder's good today," Big Mike told her. "Ought to do the trick. Unless you'd rather bite into some red meat, chief."

It took Nate a moment to identify himself as chief. A moment when he felt every eye in the room focused on him. "Chowder's fine. Sounds good."

"We'll have it right up for you then." He swung back into the kitchen, and Nate could hear his bone-deep baritone croon out on "Baby, It's Cold Outside."

Stage set, postcard, he thought. Or a play. Anyway you sliced it, he felt like some sort of dusty prop.

Hopp held up a finger to hold Nate in place before marching into the lobby. He watched her scoot around the counter and snag a key from one of the cubbies.

As she did, the door behind the counter swung open. And the bombshell walked out.

She was blonde-as Nate thought suited bombshells best-with the wavy mass of sunlight hair spilling down to brush very impressive breasts that were showcased by the low scoop of her snug, blue sweater. It took him a minute to get to the face as the sweater was tucked into jeans so tight they must have bruised several internal organs.

Not that he was complaining.

The face boasted bright blue eyes with an innocence in direct contrast with the plump, red lips. She was a little generous on the paint, and put him in mind of a Barbie doll.

Man-killer Barbie.

Despite the restriction of the outfit, everything that could jiggle did so as she strolled around the counter on skinny, backless heels, wiggled her way into the diner. And posed languidly against the bar.

"Well, hello, handsome."

Her voice was a throaty purr-she must've practiced it-designed to drain the blood out of a man's head and send his IQ plummeting to that of a green turnip.

"Charlene, you behave." Hopp rattled the key. "This boy's tired and half sick. He doesn't have the reserves to deal with you right now. Chief Burke, Charlene Hidel. This is her place. Town budget's paying your room and board here as part of your pay, so don't feel obliged to offer anything out in trade."

"Hopp, you're so bad." But Charlene smiled like a stroked kitten as she said it. "Why don't I just take you up, Chief Burke, get you all settled in? Then we'll bring you something hot to eat."

"I'll take him up." Deliberately Hopp closed her fist around the key, letting the big black room number tag dangle. "Jerk's bringing in his gear. Wouldn't hurt to have Rose bring him the chowder Mike's dishing up for him though. Come on, Ignatious. You can socialize when you're not so ready to drop."


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Northern Lights 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 170 reviews.
book_crazy17 More than 1 year ago
This book is very good. When i started the first page drew me into the story, and once you start this book you cant put it down. Once you do put it down you feel as though you were just there, and you feel like you personally know all the characters, you also feel as though you experianced everything first hand. I would recomend this book to anyone who is a Nora Roberts Fan..
Guest More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book. I spent two years in Alaska and this book really captured what it feels like to be there. Made me want to go back.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Brrrrr. Listeners may shiver when listening to this audio book - the author's depiction of the icy Alaskan terrain is so vivid that it causes chills, as does the thought of the murderer stalking the streets of small town Lunacy. Accomplished voice performer Gary Littman inhabits the persona of Nate Burke, first in the depths of despair then ruminative and probing as he hunts a killer. Remember Nate? He's the Baltimore police officer who lost his partner in a frenzy of bullets. Not his fault, nonetheless, Nate blames himself. Pile on top of that a messy divorce, and there you have one down and out guy. Hoping to change his life Nate takes the job of Chief of Police in Lunacy, a far away Alaskan town peopled by about 500 outre characters. It's rather quiet in Lunacy. In fact, it's kind of nice when Nate meets Meg, a bush pilot. The attraction is immediate and strong. However, there's little time for romance when the body of Meg's father who disappeared almost 20 years earlier is discovered. He was brutally murdered, and now it's up to Nate to find the killer before harm comes to Meg. Curl up in front of the fire, listen and enjoy the incomparable spell woven by Nora Roberts. - Gail Cooke
CabotWBassett More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the story as well as the back ground of Alaska and the people, customs, challenges etc.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book. As a matter of fact I'm re-reading it now. As in many of Nora's novels, there is just enough sex, and mystery to go along with a great story.
rosiemom More than 1 year ago
I have read this book a million times and will keep reading it. Nora Roberts is one of my favorite authors.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book and could not put it down.
Kathy Harris More than 1 year ago
Good till the end.
courtney Rozmenoski More than 1 year ago
The characters in this book really drew me in. I loved Hopp and her gruff but sweet undertones, and Ignatius...what a name. Lol meg was just my kind of girl, and i couldnt put the book down. Read it in a day while at work. A definite must read that keeps you guessing...
CharlotteGayle More than 1 year ago
I discovered I really enjoy listening to Nora Roberts' books more than I do actually reading them. This is another good example of Brilliance Audio's unabridged reading of one of Nora's classics. As the reader takes on different voices for different characters, you are drawn into the story of a body found frozen for twenty years in an ice cave and the murder and mayhem that follow the discovery. I enjoy driving and listening to the story unfold. The disc changes are easy with at least 99 tracks on each disc. I have had no difficulty with disc quality, each one loads easily and the quality is great.
janetinspokane More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing, adventurous book. It has keept me wanting more right up to the end. WoW! What a GREAT book!
Jenrae More than 1 year ago
Northern Lights was interesting, but not what I've come to expect from Nora Roberts. The characters really come to life in this book and the reader gets dragged into the story. What was refreshing was that it was realistic...the hero wasn't superman, the heroine wasn't wonder woman....they were real, normal people. However, the story did have a tendency to was really slow paced. Not to the point that you didn't want to keep reading, but you didn't have the urge to read 'just one more chapter' before going to bed. One major thing I would change with this book would be Meg's character...though I liked her realism and the fact that she wasn't a wimp....she was also FAR TOO bold and a little bit too much on the trashy side.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rules: <br>Seelie Rules: <br> ~No leaders, everyone is of the same rank. <br> ~All good creatures are allowed (Angels of light, fairie, good dragons, unicorns, etc.)<br> ~If there is a big descision to be made, a vote will be held. <br> ~No cussing and if you and to have 'fun' find a book.. <p> Unseelie Rules: <p> ~Ok so basicaly hen it comes to the unseelie may chaos reign. You can have leaders and you can fight for it or you could just be chosen. <br> No cussing <br> Wanna have 'fun' find a book. <br> All evil creatures allowed (Ogres, exiled or dark angels, dark warlocks, witches, etc.) <p> Seelie: Ok so the Seelie are for good people, creatures of the light and so forth. The seelie enjoy peace. They never lie they someties dont tell the whole truth or dont even speak but never lie. The Seelie Camp is located at res 2 <p> Unseelie:The unseelie are for evil people and creatures like that. They are sometimes chaotic and in discord, not all people here are totally evil, its just they may have been exiled for a misunderstanding or just dislike the extremely peaceful armosphere of the Seelie Camp. Still 99% of the unseelie are wvil, their hearts guided by revenge and hatred. They are located at res three<br> Bios are at res 4 <p> Wars can be waged on the other camp. <p> Well thats it. <p> ~Aurora and Co.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
To me it seemed Well written with a plot that is satisfyingly complex. I found the people and relationships are well developed and convincing, very satisfying. O course, it being Nora Roberts, there is romance. I was glad to find it part of the story,not the total focus. I loved the book and find I even like to reread it after waiting a while.
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(Yup, l RP both!) ((Gtg bbt))
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*he lets go* he is not welcome in our cabin.
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