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Half weredragon. Half beaststalker. All heart.

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Slowly coming into her own, Jennifer Scales just may be the bridge to bring the two warring sides of her ...
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Seraph of Sorrow (Jennifer Scales Series #4)

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Half weredragon. Half beaststalker. All heart.

View our feature on MaryJanice Davidson and Anthony Alongi’s Seraph of Sorrow.

Slowly coming into her own, Jennifer Scales just may be the bridge to bring the two warring sides of her family together—provided she can survive learning the most ancient skills of dragonkind.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781440686573
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 1/27/2009
  • Series: Jennifer Scales Series , #4
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 383,351
  • File size: 464 KB

Meet the Author

MaryJanice Davidson
MaryJanice Davidson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Undead novels featuring Betsy Taylor; Derik's Bane, and the new young adult novels featuring Jennifer Scales, written with her husband, Anthony Alongi, among other titles.
Anthony Alongi is a fantastically good-looking, talented writer who doesn’t deserve his fantastically good-looking wife, the gifted writer MaryJanice Davidson (Undead and Unwed, Undead and Unemployed, Undead and Unappreciated, Undead and Unreturnable, Undead and Unpopular, Undead and Uneasy, The Royal Treatment, Hello, Gorgeous!, “Wicked” Women Whodunnit). He spends far too much time playing games on the computer and doesn’t appreciate his wife, although he makes a mean bacon dinner and stumbled his way through Carleton College and Harvard University. He is a contract writer for Hasbro, Inc. His interests include annoying his wife, chasing his children around the house, and writing his wife’s bio.


Reading the coyly self-deprecating autobiography on her web site, one gets the distinct impression that MaryJanice Davidson does not have the slightest interest in talking about herself. Perhaps it's because she simply doesn't have the time. Prolific does not begin to describe this chart-busting dynamo, the author of four bestselling series and literally dozens of novellas and short stories.

A writer with a few romances and YA novels to her credit, Davidson had tried for years to interest publishers in her idea for a humorous, tongue-in-cheek vampire romance. After dozens of rejections (and assurances that there was no market for paranormal!), she submitted her manuscript for publication online. An editor at a New York publishing house downloaded the story, was royally entertained, and contacted Davidson to acquire the print rights to Undead and Unwed. On the spot, she was offered a three-book contract.

When Undead and Unwed and its wry sequel, Undead and Unemployed, were released in early 2004, not one, but two stars were born: Davidson and her irresistible protagonist, the reluctant vampire queen Betsy Taylor. A smart, sassy, 27-year-old secretary, Betsy is killed in a freak car accident and wakes up (so to speak) to discover that she is not only a vampire but the much-prophesied Queen of the Undead. Readers loved Davidson's wry take on vampire literature, a genre long distinguished by its gothic self-seriousness. Betsy, with her smarty-pants attitude and passion for designer shoes, is one vampire queen who owes more to Sophie Kinsella than to Anne Rice.

While Davidson has continued to produce more Undead novels, she has also found the time to launch three other romantic fantasy series featuring 1.) a hybrid mermaid named Fred, 2.) an eccentric family of Alaskan royals, and 3.) a cyborg spy. All are infused with her trademark wit and imagination. In addition, she and her husband, Anthony Alongi, have written the Jennifer Scales series, originally marketed to young adults and re-released as fantasy fiction for all ages. Davidson also remains one of the most popular writers of paranormal romantica; her short stories and novellas appear regularly in anthologies.

Good To Know

Davidson is not the only one in her family to achieve fame. Her mother once broke the world record for target shooting.

Before she devoted her time to chronicling the love lives of vampires and werewolves, Davidson was voted Miss Congeniality in her high school.

Even though Davidson is one of the most popular writers of modern monster fiction, in real life she is actually terrified of the undead. In fact, she is currently holding a contest on her web site asking readers to put together a twelve-step program to help her get over her fear of zombies!

As she writes on her website, Davidson lived a transient life as a young girl. Her father's career in the U.S. Air Force led her to live in such disparate locales as Guam, Mississippi, and North Dakota. As she grew older, her life in the working world was just as restless as her childhood. She tried her hand at everything from waitressing to modeling to editing to a stint as a medical test subject (!) before settling on a career as a bestselling novelist. These days, her life may be a bit more settled, but it has hardly slowed down.

A few fun outtakes from our interview with Davidson

"I'm a former model -- worst job ever, honestly."

"I'm a gigantic sushi hog -- it's pretty much my favorite meal."

"The more terrible and groaningly awful a horror movie is, the more I like it."

"Um, I like bubble baths? Seriously. I know that sounds like something a Playboy Bunny would say, but I really do."

"I like taking my kids to new restaurants and encouraging them to try new dishes -- we did "Dim Sum" just the other day."

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'Honey, I'm home!'

Jonathan landed on the porch of their small town home and edged the door open with a wing claw. The porch opened up on the living room, which doubled as a dining room. He could see Elizabeth in the small kitchen.

'Crap!' She moved toward the smoking oven, furiously twisting dials. 'Crap!'

He slid the door shut behind him, closing out Eveningstar's February chill. 'Dad said you called the cabin. What's up?'

She finally noticed him, but instead of smiling she rolled her eyes. 'It figures. Great timing. I was trying to— '

The smell of burning sugar wrinkled his scaled snout. 'Why are you in the kitchen?'

'Hilarious. I was trying to...I was trying to...' She stomped her foot. 'Dammit, never mind what's in the oven; look on the counter!' She pointed at the kitchen counter with one hand and hid her face with the other.

He circled around the couch and approached the kitchen. There was only one item on the meticulously kept counter. It was white and about the size of a finger, and...


She still wasn't looking at him. 'I thought I'd bake fudge to celebrate.'

'You know I'm allergic to chocolate.'

'Well, you're not the one who's pregnant.' She reached up and flipped the fan on, drowning out the rest of her muttering.

He stared at the small, white pregnancy test. 'This was quick.' His wing claw fluttered back and forth between the two of them. 'I mean, we've only been married— '

'Long enough. I warned you this could happen.'

He felt a thrill of irritation down his tailbones. 'To be fair, I've known all about sex and babies since the third grade.'

'Don't sass me, Scales. Your constant climbing on top of me was bound to screw things up eventually. If you could have found something else to do— say, work, or eat, or breathe— for even a small portion of that time, we might not be facing this.'

Her fear softened him. 'Honey, it's okay. I know we've got lots of bills. All we— '

'I don't mean money! I mean, we wouldn't be facing what we're going to face when...when...' She gestured at her abdomen, and Jonathan was surprised at how easy it was to imagine a new life within. 'When she arrives.'

'She? How do you know— '

'I know my body. We all do. It's part of the discipline.'

'Would that be the same discipline you're showing in blaming me for your pregnancy?'

'That's it. No fudge for you.'

'Again, I'd like to remind you...' He trailed off, because she was crying. 'Honey, I'm having trouble tracking you here.'

'She's going to be a target!' Elizabeth's emerald eyes were wide with dread. 'As soon as people learn she's the child of a dragon and a beaststalker, both sides will come for her!'

'They won't want to hurt her,' Jonathan tried to convince them both at once.

'Even if they don't, they're still going to target her— use her as a symbol, demand she champion their side, destroy the part of her that isn't them.'

Unable to argue the point, he tried to think of a way to calm his wife down. 'Nobody's going to find out about us. Some people know I'm a dragon, and some people know you're a beaststalker, but nobody knows both parts of the truth. Without that— '

'Your father, and Glorianna Seabright.'

He sighed. 'You're impossible when you're like this.'

'You mean when I rip apart your crappy arguments with two examples of reality? Jonathan, what are we going to do?'

He assessed the smoking ruin in the kitchen and came up with a plan. 'We're going to go out to dinner and celebrate. Where do you want to go?'

'We can't go anywhere, not with you like that.' But she snuggled into his wings. 'When the crescent moon's over, let's go to the Seafood Shepherd.'

He immediately regretted his offer. 'The Seafood Shepherd? Aw, honey—'

'The baby wants it. I can tell.'

'Oh, give me a— '

'Tomorrow is Super Seafood Special Sunday.'

'Every Sunday is...look. You realize that's not an actual, observed holiday, right?'

'Shut up and change back, already. I want my cheap shrimp scampi.'

• *

J Minus Six Months

'You didn't get any strawberries?'

'Sweetheart, they're months out of season. The ones at the store don't— '

'I asked you for strawberries! She wants strawberries!'

'I got oranges. They're fresh from— '

'Strawberries!' Elizabeth launched herself from the sofa, raced up to him, and shoved the grocery bags out of his hands. 'They're little! They're red! They're not orange!'

He pivoted and headed back out the door. 'I'll check the store across town.'

Suddenly, she was wrapped around him. 'Drive safe, okay? I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.' She burst into tears. 'I really don't.'

'Huh.' Jonathan gingerly removed her trembling arms and stepped away. 'I'll— '

She grabbed the back of his neck, kissed him roughly, and glared at him with sparkling emeralds. 'And when you get back, I've got a sexy surprise for you!'

'I can hardly wait,' he assured her, backing down the entryway stairs.

• *

J Minus Four Months

'Honey, where'd you put that ultrasound photo? I want to see it again.'

'It's already in my cedar chest,' came the reply from the loft. The soft clackety-clack of her fingernails on the keyboard didn't slow down. 'With the wedding gown and photo albums.'

He crossed the bedroom and opened the chest.



'The pregnancy test stick is in here.'

Clackety-clack. 'Of course it is!'

'It's on top of my wedding suit.'


'Well, you peed on it.'

'What, on the suit? Don't be— '

'No, the stick!'

Clackety-clack. 'For heaven's sake, Jonathan. I washed it afterward.'

'And yet.'

'It's a meaningful keepsake!'

'Which you urinated all over.'

Clackety-clack. 'Did you find the photo or not?'

'I got it.' Jonathan picked it up, but not before delicately (and without touching) shifting the pregnancy test stick off the suit and onto the wedding dress.

'You know, we'll get another photo at today's appointment. You can't wait?'

'No.' He caressed the edges of the photo, taking in the soft blurs that suggested an infant. 'She's beautiful.'

The keyboarding finally paused. 'She's got big shoulder blades.'

Wings, she meant. Jonathan had assured his wife that weredragons were always born human. She kept worrying, anyway.

• *

J Minus One Month

'Are you nuts?!'

'It's not as dangerous as you think. I know several of the staff at Winoka from my residency work.'

'If Glorianna Seabright has told them I'm a dragon— '

'She said she wouldn't. We can trust her.'

'There's a perfectly good hospital here in Eveningstar we know we can trust!'

'You can. I can't. Jonathan, I've made my decision. I'm having the C-section done in Winoka.'

'No way.'

'No way what?'

'No way am I letting you go there.'

Poison-green eyes narrowed. 'Letting me?'

'Th-that's right. I'm putting my foot down. I forbid it.'


'Liz, be reasonable,' he pleaded, resisting the urge to back away. 'You can't trust them.'

'I can. I will. Glory would never harm me.'

'She drew her sword, the last time we saw her.'

'At you. I'll repeat: Glory would never harm me.'

'If you're wrong, I'm not sure how I can protect you. Your due date is during a crescent moon— and that hospital is full of—'

'Glory would never harm me. That's it.'

'This isn't a hormonal thing, is it?' he asked, not entirely without hope. 'You might change your mind tomorrow, right?'

She smiled without humor and sat down to bend over her books again.

• *

J Plus One Day

Even in the safety of their townhome, Jonathan did not dare turn on the lights. What had just happened at Winoka Hospital had horribly shaken both him and Elizabeth. They couldn't discuss it — not today, not soon.

I should never have let her go there.

He watched rain bead down the windows until the rivulets seemed like they would never stop dancing, and then he went back into their bedroom to check on her. Her appearance was enough to make him second-guess his decision to bring her home so soon.

Where else could you take her? She didn't want to go to the hospital in this town, and you sure as hell can't go back to Winoka Hospital...

'Jonathan?' Her voice was rough with exhaustion.

'I thought you were asleep.' He caressed her ankle through the blanket.

'Where's Jennifer?'

'She's fine. She's in the guest room— I mean, her room.' It'll take time to get used to that. Jonathan hoped their daughter would survive long enough for that to happen.

'I'd like to see her.'

'I'll go get her from her crib.' As he reached the door, he paused. 'I'm sorry the ride back was so rough. I know what they did— '

'You were great,' she assured him. 'You were our hero.'

He didn't try to argue with her, in the state she was in. But he knew differently. He knew he had let his wife down. I shouldn't have let her go there, he told himself. No matter how hard she insisted. He had let her down, and they would have to live with the consequences.

Please, he begged whoever could hear as he walked out of the room, help me never fail our daughter, like I've failed Liz. Like I've failed everyone else.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2009

    Completely Dull

    In this latest installment, the reader is gripped with the knowledge that the author must have been having a bad day, because this novel is completely dull and uninspiring. The first three (3) novels in this series I highly recommend, especially for fans of fantasy and science fiction, but unless you have read the first three and just can't stop yourself for picking up this book, I recommend reading the first three and then ignoring this latest installment and hope that the author finds some inspiration before attempting the next book in the series. The characters are slow to develop in this book, the scenes are way too drawn out, and this novel just has a dark feel to it that betrays the warm coming of age storyline of the first three. I give this novel one (1) star, because the author should have stepped back from this project and took another look before sending this dribble to the publisher; although the author attempted to create something profound in this reader's opinion, it didn't work out as hoped I'm sure, and what was left was something very dull and flat.

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  • Posted December 18, 2008

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    Targeted for young adults but grown-up will love this

    Very few realize that were-dragons and were-arachnids exist as they can shapeshift into human form. They live among humans who son¿t know what they are. Gloriana Seabright saw a dragon kull her family and has vowed to kill as many as she can.She obtains power when she becomes mayor of Winoka, Minnesota where the Scales family resides. The Scales father Jonathan is a were-dragon; the mother Elizabeth is a beaststalker; their offspring Jennifer is a half-breed with the skills of both sides.<BR/><BR/>Just like humans, there are ethically good dragons and then there are evil ones. Most of the beastmaster populace assume the Scales are malevolent due to the matriarch being one of their own and Jennifer has saved their fiery lives twice (see JENNIFER SCALES AND THE ANCIENT FURNACE and JENNIFER SCALES AND THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT). They prefer the trio be executed but will settle on banishment. Incidents cause the Blaze, older were-dragons representing every family, to come to Winoka to destroy the town. The mayor is coaxing the were-arachnids to attack the dragons; Gloria believes she will come out of the ashes as a heroine knowing fire cannot harm her. However there is one force she has not considered, the teenage hybrid with the unique abilities of a beaststalking were-dragon. Neither is prepared to face the SERAPH OF SORROW who has his own agenda.<BR/><BR/>Targeted for young adults, the third enthralling Scales urban fantasy focuses on the destructiveness of racism especially as diabolically manipulated by roving leaders claiming the moral high ground when their actions use the distrust between species for their personal gain. Jennifer has a smaller role than in the previous entries in which she was rightfully the titled character. Still in spite of her youth she seeks harmony between her two families; not easy to achieve when your mom¿s DNA screams for her to kill your paternal grandfather. Fans will enjoy the latest scaly adventures as dragons and beaststalkers follow closely the senatorial race in Minnesota almost as much as each side fears ethnic cleansing by the other.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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