A Taint in the Blood (Shadowspawn Series #1)

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Eons ago, the powerful Homo Nocturnis ruled the earth. While their numbers have been greatly reduced, they still exist-though not as purebreds. Adrian Breze is one such being. Wealthy and reclusive, he is more Shadowspawn than human. But he rebelled against his kind, choosing to live as an ordinary man. Now, to save humanity, he must battle the dark forces of the world-including those in his own blood...

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Overview

Eons ago, the powerful Homo Nocturnis ruled the earth. While their numbers have been greatly reduced, they still exist-though not as purebreds. Adrian Breze is one such being. Wealthy and reclusive, he is more Shadowspawn than human. But he rebelled against his kind, choosing to live as an ordinary man. Now, to save humanity, he must battle the dark forces of the world-including those in his own blood...

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Eons ago, another species ruled the planet. Once supreme, this proud race is now reduced to a minority half-breed group. Adrian Breze is one of these vestiges, more Shadowspawn than human, but about to confront a decision that in either case, will set him against those of his own blood. A mass-market original; the first in a new urban fantasy series. (Hand-selling tip: Take the word of Harry Turtledove: "Nobody wrecks a world better than S.M. Stirling.)

Publishers Weekly
Stirling (The Sword of the Lady) launches a new series with a messy and unappetizing mix of well-worn monster tropes and excessive sexual violence. The ancient, powerful, and sociopathic Shadowspawn have always lived among (and interbred with) humans. When Adrian Brézé, the one Shadowspawn capable of resisting his violent urges, discovers that his ex, Ellen, has been kidnapped by his evil twin sister, Adrienne, he begins a war against his own kind. Adrienne repeatedly rapes Ellen, who endures using psychological techniques she developed during childhood abuse, as she prepares her own political machinations. Stirling hits just about every cliché, from the grizzled vampire hunter and mentor to Adrienne's pathologically devoted servants (who call themselves “lucies” and “renfields”). Stirling's prose is competent, but there's nothing new in his story, and few readers will have the stomach for the over-the-top sadism. (May)
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"[Stirling] begins a new urban fantasy series featuring a variant version of werewolves, bringing to it an extraordinary eye for detail and a feel for characterizations." —-Library Journal
Library Journal
Though apparently human, Adrian Breze belongs to the ancient species Homo lupens—also known as Shadowspawn—the elder race whose existence gave rise to the legends of supernatural creatures. When his sister, a passionate believer in the supremacy of their kind, threatens Adrian's human lover, he must once again become embroiled in the intrigues and dangers of a hidden war against humankind. VERDICT The author of the popular "Change" novels (Dies the Fire, The Protector's War) begins a new urban fantasy series featuring a variant version of werewolves, bringing to it an extraordinary eye for detail and a feel for characterizations. Some graphic scenes of sex and violence, both typical of the genre, make this suitable for mature readers.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451463685
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 5/3/2011
  • Series: Shadowspawn Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 658,752
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

S.M. Stirling

S. M. Stirling is the author of numerous novels, both on his own and in collaboration. A former lawyer and an amateur historian, he lives in the Southwest with his wife, Jan.

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Sante Fe, New Mexico—2010

"Thank you, Herr Müller," Adrian Brézé said, in German. "Most comprehensive and detailed."

Thank you for making me do this with a hangover, he added mentally, blinking in the bright late-afternoon sunlight that poured through the great windows behind him and reflected off the pale stucco of the wall and the backs of the books.

One might argue it's my fault, but it's also far too painful for me to be fair, he went on to himself as he hit the button and the drapes swept across to put the room in shadow.

The man on the other side of the video call was square-faced, with thinning blond hair and an immaculate suit. If he found Adrian's bathrobe odd for what was technically a business meeting, he didn't say a word. The commissions probably ensured that, even for an anal-retentive German broker in Frankfurt.

"I believe the quarterly report is satisfactory," Müller went on. "Especially considering current market conditions."

"It will stay satisfactory as long as my instructions are followed precisely," Adrian said. "That was why I parted company with Willoughby's in London. They took time arguing with me in '09, and cost me a good deal."

"There will be no problems of that nature with us, Herr Brézé." A hesitation. "Although I would appreciate some idea of the procedure you use for your selections."

"I look at the listings and flip a coin," Adrian said succinctly. "It's a subconscious process."

A slight sour smile rewarded him. "As you wish, Herr Brézé."

When the screen on the wall returned to its drifting colors he rose and walked down the long corridor to the pool room. It wasn't large, but it did have a wave function that let you swim against an artificial current. And it was gratefully dim, which helped with his throbbing headache.

He'd tried to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Camus Cuvée 3.128. Getting drunk on that miracle of the Grande Champagne country was mildly blasphemous, and hadn't solved his problems. It didn't make the house less echoingly empty, or chase away the shadows of Ellen's presence that would haunt it now.

Cognac didn't make me feel less cold.

But at least the brandy had delayed having to think about it, and the pain did the same now.

I wouldn't have been good for her in the long run, anyway. You shouldn't be around real people, Adrian. You know that. You know why you didn't try harder to make it up. Keep that thought in mind. Ellen… deserves better. All you can do for her is let her go, and make it plain it's all your fault.

"Which evidently she does. Throwing a decanter at your head is a hint, Adrian."

He drank four glasses of water, did some stretches and slipped into the pool. Tylenol, rehydration and exercise made him feel —

"Halfway human," he said as he toweled off, laughed and swept back the drapes.

He was still hungry after scrambled eggs with chives, three rashers of Canadian bacon and pumpernickel-rye toast.

"But then, I'm always hungry," he murmured to himself, the habit of a man much alone.

The hunger never went away, but you could learn to act as if it had; just as he could put aside the ache that he'd never be seeing Ellen again

"You have experience with enduring cravings that can never be satisfied, eh?"

His mood was mellow enough after the second cup of Blue Mountain coffee and first cigarette that he only cursed mildly when the doorbell rang. It was someone who knew the code, too.

There was a screen over the sink in the kitchen. He looked at the man standing outside his front door and sighed; medium-tall, tanned, cropped white-and-brown hair, very fit for sixty, dressed in jeans and boots and windcheater, and holding up an elevated middle finger to the should-have-been-invisible video pickup. Adrian sighed again and stacked the dishes in the washer.

"Harvey!" he said, opening the door without standing aside. "How not glad I am to see you again after so long!"

"You'd rather have a giant pink rabbit on your doorstep?"

"I can do that. You can't."

"Stop being an asshole and let me in, Adrian," Harvey said.

The gravelly voice held a hint of Texas, smoothed and overlain by a lifetime of travel. His eyes went up and down the younger man's form, from silk polo shirt to handmade kidskin shoes.

"Still dressing like an Italian pimp, I see."

"Like a very expensive French gigolo, actually. Come on in, and don't stay as long as you like. Mi casa es mi casa."

Harvey Ledbetter walked through and stopped for a moment to look at a gold-and-umber toned painting of a woman in a long dress, sitting with her back to the viewer and reading before a dresser.

"Souvenir from the London thing in '02?"

"They'd only take it again if I returned it to the museum," Adrian said.

Harvey grunted agreement, then went on into the glass-walled living room.

"Still living in this silicon-birdcage piece of sub-Corbusier shit," he said. "I wouldn't, if I had your money."

Looking down his gaze swept over a steep tumbled wilderness of ravines and piñion and juniper and patches of old snow. In the middle distance two mule deer sprang out of bare cottonwoods along a creek, and a red-tailed hawk went by just below the retaining wall at the edge of the cliff. Beyond lay a ragged blue immensity, rising to the snow-capped Sangre del Christo range.

"I send you a lot of my money. Besides, I'm a Shadowspawn, remember, Harvey? I'm evil. Of course I like Modernist architecture."

"You bought it for the view. And you're not evil, you just have a lot of relatives who are," Harvey said.

A low table in rough-cast glass held a malachite box. Harvey opened it and took one of the slim brown-banded cigarettes within and lit it.

"And anyway," he went on, sinking into a leather-cushioned chair. "A lot of Shadowspawn hate Modernist stuff."

"That's the old Moustache Petes. Some of them still wear opera cloaks all the time. For God's sake, Brâncuşi sleeps in a coffin!"

"You're not keeping up with the war news," Harvey grinned.

"No, I'm not. I told the Brotherhood I was resigning after that monumental cluster-fuck in Calcutta and made it stick when they threatened me."

"As I recall, I backed you up on that."

"You did. I thank you again. You're still not going to talk me into coming back. What part of retired don't you understand, Harv? We've had this argument before."

"Thought you might want to know about Brâncuşi. He's dead."

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "He's been dead since 1942, and it hasn't slowed him down much."

"No, I mean really dead, not just his birth-body. I took a team in there and we got some plutonium wedges into his coffin. That'll teach him to use a mausoleum without an escape tunnel just because it's authentic."

Adrian froze for an instant. The ghost of a pain worse than silver shivered along his nerves.

"Christ. Now I'm impressed," he said. "It's been… a long time since the Brotherhood got one of the masters."

"Since we got one, Brézé and Ledbetter, best team in the business. Remember Zhuge Jin? Good times, right?"

Adrian remembered naked terror, the pain of knives slashing at his body, the rage that could not be contained and the face of a killer beast staring at him from his own mirror.

"Not exactly," he said dryly. "And it didn't accomplish anything. The bad guys won a long time ago. If you don't believe me, I can turn on CNN."

"You're even more optimistic than usual, Adrian. What happened, a truck run over your puppy?"

Adrian went to stand before the window, looking over the hills and letting smoke curl out of his nostrils as the sight soothed him.

"Well, my girlfriend left me last night."

"She throw a bottle of brandy at your head, or did you just crawl into one?" Harvey said, his nostrils dilating. "Smells like good stuff."

"Both."

"She's OK?" Harvey's voice was careful.

Adrian's mouth quirked up. "As far as I know, unless she went off a curve driving back to town. And the police would have contacted me if that happened. Call it a learning experience."

The other man relaxed. "And what did you learn?"

"That masochists don't really want to be treated badly. They just want to play at being treated badly. And that the more I knew Ellen, the more I liked her; and more I liked her, the more I knew I was bad for her. It's… not a problem with any solution that's good for me. I hope she can be happy, but that meant letting her go. Driving her away."

The banter dropped out of the other man's voice. "You're part human, Adrian. Never forget it. You're not a bad person. You've got problems but you try hard to work around them. Dammit, I raised you for ten years. I know."

"I killed my foster-parents, Harvey. My egg hatched and I know what came out."

Harvey shook his head. "I don't think you did kill them, Adrian. I think that was your sister. And… she's back in town. That's what I came to tell you."

Adrian whirled. His cigarette fell from his fingers to the rough flagstone of the floor.

"You're sure?" he whispered. "Adrienne?"

"Pretty sure. We've got a hack on the face-recognition program Homeland Security is running on the surveillance cameras at Albuquerque Sunport. I can't think of anywhere else in New Mexico she'd be interested in. She's not one of their watchers at Los Alamos and they don't have anyone that high-powered working the State government. Their renfields handle that."

"Christ! I thought the Council was going to leave me alone if I stayed out of things!"

Harvey stared at him, his faded blue eyes steady. "Like, you trust them?"

"Well… no. More like trusted their self-interest in keeping me retired."

"The Brotherhood doesn't think she's here on an official errand for them, anyway. She still has a major jones for you."

"Tell me about it."

He picked up the cigarette, crushed it out, tried to light another. That fell from his hands onto the floor. He forced himself to breathe, in and out, in and out.

Fear is natural. Let it pass without feeding on itself.

"And she might not give a damn what the masters thought. Shadowspawn…"

"Aren't team players, yeah," Adrian said, keeping the raw terror out of his voice by main strength. "Especially not us concentrated pure-strain types."

He scrubbed his hands across his face, feeling his brains begin to work again.

I hate that deer-in-the-headlights feeling. Fuck, she hasn't killed or turned me yet, and it's not because she didn't try! The honors were about even in Calcutta.

A little voice whispered at the back of his mind:

But since then she's been practicing, growing stronger, and you've been trying to deny what you are. You both have the genes for the Power, but that only means so much. You were a warrior then. What are you now?

"I can't very well appeal to the Council to call her off, either," Adrian said. "Not if it's a family matter — and they'd think it was."

"She is your twin sister, biologically speaking," Harvey pointed out.

Adrian turned and shook his head slowly. "No. She's my anima. My own personal nightmare. She's the mirror I can't break. How long has she been here?"

"A little less than two days. Probably sniffing out the lay of the land."

Then Adrian's face went fluid; he could feel the blood draining from it, with a shock greater than fear for himself.

"Ellen!"

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  • Posted May 13, 2010

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    Not Stirling's best work.

    Firstly, I am a HUGE fan of S.M. Stirling's Novels of The Change. From "Dies the Fire" on down to "The Sword of The Lady", I have thoroughly enjoyed all six books, and have re-read all of them at least three times.

    This new series, however, leaves a lot to be desired. I bought the book based solely upon seeing Stirling's name on the cover. It's about vampires; overdone, of late, but I can still get in to a good vampire story. This is not a good vampire story. The characters are very thin, the reader is never really given a reason to care about any of them, and the plot sort of trudges along. It really feels as though Stirling is just going through the motions, as though his publisher said, "Crank out another book, it doesn't have to be good."

    There is simply nothing special about this book, and that is sad to say.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted November 4, 2013

    Pretty good read

    Definitely fast paced and love the eroticism and intrigue. Definitely a page turner.

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  • Posted February 15, 2011

    Major Disappointment

    I've been a big fan of Mr. Stirling for many years. Up 'till now I'd give his books 4 and 5 star ratings. I only finished the book out of pure stubbornness, hoping it would get better, and skimming quickly through most of it. He has jumped onto the "oh dear,I'm in love with a vampire" nonsense bandwagon. Page after endless page of sado-masochist drivel and pop psychology angst. It quickly became very boring. So, if you are expecting one of his typically exciting action novels--don't buy this book. I'll skip the rest of the series.

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  • Posted October 28, 2010

    VampirIIIICCKY!!

    Its good, its Stirling after all, he can't really write a bad book. Having said that, this was not my Genre, but I read it cause of Stirling's name on it, and it freaked me out more than the Emberverse books.

    As the previous reviewer said, those are a bloody masterpiece (more blood even than in this one). Heavy on the Sex side and S&M with vampire overtones, NOT NOT NOT Sparkly vampires at all, whew boy no. These really do look at humans as food/play. As in cat with mouse, add more evil.

    A lot of turns, some interesting stuff, and I'll pass on the rest of this series, like I said, not my genre. For all that it's not, it's still a good book. I do have to agree, it did feel a bit rushed.

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