Thieftaker

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Boston, 1765: In D.B. Jackson's Thieftaker, revolution is brewing as the British Crown imposes increasingly onerous taxes on the colonies, and intrigue swirls around firebrands like Samuel Adams and the Sons of Liberty. But for Ethan Kaille, a thieftaker who makes his living by conjuring spells that help him solve crimes, politics is for others…until he is asked to recover a necklace worn by the murdered daughter of a prominent family.

Suddenly, he faces another conjurer of ...

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Overview

Boston, 1765: In D.B. Jackson's Thieftaker, revolution is brewing as the British Crown imposes increasingly onerous taxes on the colonies, and intrigue swirls around firebrands like Samuel Adams and the Sons of Liberty. But for Ethan Kaille, a thieftaker who makes his living by conjuring spells that help him solve crimes, politics is for others…until he is asked to recover a necklace worn by the murdered daughter of a prominent family.

Suddenly, he faces another conjurer of enormous power, someone unknown, who is part of a conspiracy that reaches to the highest levels of power in the turbulent colony. His adversary has already killed—and not for his own gain, but in the service of his powerful masters, people for whom others are mere pawns in a game of politics and power. Ethan is in way over his head, and he knows it. Already a man with a dark past, he can ill afford to fail, lest his livelihood be forfeit. But he can't stop now, for his magic has marked him, so he must fight the odds, even though he seems hopelessly overmatched, his doom seeming certain at the spectral hands of one he cannot even see.

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Exploding the myth that the past was a simpler time, historical fantasist Jackson (pseudonym of David B. Coe, author of 2010’s The Dark-Eyes’ War) takes a tour of Boston’s high and low life before the Revolution. Ex-convict Ethan Kaille has turned spell-casting thieftaker, tracking down stolen goods for reward. When wealthy Abner Berson persuades him to find the missing brooch taken from Benson’s murdered daughter, Jennifer, Ethan is entangled in the greater mystery of who killed her and how. Jennifer’s unmarked corpse shows traces of magic, conjured by a sorcerer of greater skill than Ethan. Interrogating Stamp Act rioters and mingling with Sons of Liberty like Samuel Adams, Ethan has to survive professional rival Sephira Pryce’s ambushes in order to unmask the unknown sorcerer who may be orchestrating a rebellion. Though Jackson’s detailed attention to period language and Latin spell-casting is hampered by the tale’s modern hard-boiled tone, he has produced a noteworthy series opener. Agent: Lucienne Diver, the Knight Agency. (July)
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“D. B. Jackson has masterfully woven history and fantasy to create a pre-Revolutionary Boston that should have been. Peopled by an array of entertaining characters from conjurers to revolutionaries, Thieftaker is a compelling debut novel by a writer who knows what he's doing. I look forward to reading more of Ethan Kaille's adventures!”

—C. E. Murphy, author of Urban Shaman and The Queen's Bastard

“An elegant, intricate tale of a multilayered, tortured conjurer and a world on the brink of war. With skillful, clever plotting and prose sharper than a spelled blade, D. B. Jackson has woven real history with imagination and created a character and a story to believe in and cheer for.”

—Faith Hunter, bestselling and award-winning author of the Jane Yellowrock Series

“A beautiful balance of magic and crime, history and fantasy that was fast-paced, compelling, and completely absorbing. Historical fantasy that reads like an old-school crime novel, as if Raymond Chandler were channeling Jonathan Swift. I loved it!”

—Kat Richardson, bestselling author of the Greywalker series

Kirkus Reviews
Part historical novel, part supernatural thriller and part murder mystery, this inventive book by D.B. Jackson (alias David B. Coe, of the Blood of the Southlands series) has a lot of obstacles to dodge; but not as many as its hero, Ethan Kaille. Ethan is a "thieftaker"--a bounty hunter who recovers stolen goods--in pre-Revolutionary War Boston. He's also a conjurer of magic, a skill that's run him into trouble in the past. When he's hired to find a brooch taken from a young woman who's been murdered, he suspects that something bigger may be afoot. Unfortunately for him, he's correct. Ethan deduces that the murder is somehow connected to the anti-British riots that have begun to spring up in the colonies. And since the body has no scars, he guesses she's been killed by magic--and as he soon learns, by a conjurer far more powerful than he. The conjurer's identity is the book's running mystery--and to solve it, Ethan has to face statesmen on both sides of the impending Revolution who want him dead or tried as a witch. Not to mention rival thieftaker Sephira Pryce, whose murderous henchmen tend to show up at the least opportune times. Blending genres is seldom easy, but the historical and supernatural elements work together seamlessly. The plot is lively with period color (Thomas Hutchinson and John Adams both make appearances) and vivid support characters, notably the seductive Pryce and the ghost girl Anna. It's essentially a well-turned mystery whose supernatural elements add to the intrigue. Jackson only errs by stacking the cards too heavily against his hero: As Ethan closes in on the killer, he undergoes so many magic-induced tortures and old-fashioned beatings that his eventual triumph seems less credible; and these scenes make Thieftaker just a share darker than necessary. Entertaining.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765366061
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 7/2/2013
  • Series: Thieftaker Chronicles Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 385
  • Sales rank: 194,084
  • Product dimensions: 4.40 (w) x 6.62 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

D. B. JACKSON was born in one of the thirteen colonies but now lives in Tennessee. Thieftaker is his first novel.

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Thieftaker


By D. B. Jackson

Tor Books

Copyright © 2012 D. B. Jackson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765327611

Chapter
ONE
 
Boston, Province of Massachusetts Bay, August 26, 1765
 
 
Ethan Kaille eased his knife from the leather sheath on his belt as he approached Griffin’s Wharf, the words of a warding spell on his lips. He had sweated through his linen shirt, and nearly through his waistcoat, as well. His leg ached and he was breathing hard, gasping greedily at the warm, heavy air hanging over Boston on this August eve. But he had chased Daniel Folter this far—from the Town Dock to Purchase Street, over cobblestone and dirt, past storefronts and homes and pastures empty save for crows and grazing cows—and he wasn’t about to let the pup escape him now.
The western horizon still glowed with the last golden light of day, but the sky over Boston Harbor and the South End shoreline had darkened to a deep indigo. Hulking wooden warehouses, shrouded in a faint mist, cast deep, elongated shadows across the wharves. Clouds of midges danced around Ethan’s head, scattering when he waved a hand at them, only to swarm again as soon as he turned his attention back to his quarry.
Ethan stepped onto the wharf and peered into murky corners, expecting Folter to fly at him at any moment. The boy had shown himself to be a fool; now he was desperate as well, a dangerous combination. Ethan preferred to handle this without casting, but he already knew what spell he would speak if he had to.
“You’re mine now, Daniel!” he called. “Best you come out and face what’s coming to you!”
No answer. He crept forward, wary, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the warehouses that loomed on either side of the pier. He heard small waves lapping at the timbers, and the echoing cries of a lone gull. But Ethan was listening for the man’s breathing, for the scrape of a shoe or the whisper of a blade clearing leather.
After a few more steps, Ethan halted, afraid to stray too far out onto the pier lest the pup sneak past him. If he lost Folter to the tangled streets of the South End, he would have to begin his search anew.
“You shouldn’t have stolen Missus Corbett’s necklaces, Daniel!” Ethan pitched his voice to carry, but his words were swallowed by the hazy twilight air and the sounds of the harbor. “Her husband is angry. He’s paying his hard-earned money to get her jewels back, and to have some justice meted out on her behalf.”
He waited, listening, watching.
“Your only way out is through me, lad. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Still no response. Doubt started to gnaw at Ethan’s mind. Had Folter found some other way off the wharf? Or was he simply smarter and more patient than Ethan had allowed?
Neither, as it turned out.
Ethan heard a footfall to his left and wheeled quickly, his knife held ready. Folter stepped from the darkness, the faint glow of twilight shining in his eyes and glinting off the dagger he carried.
“Corbett can rot fer all I care!” he said. Brave words, but his voice trembled, almost as badly as his blade hand.
Ethan shook his head and approached him slowly. “You know better, lad. Mister Corbett is a man of means. He decides who rots and who doesn’t.”
Folter was bigger than he remembered. He stood a full head taller than Ethan, with long limbs and a thin, bony face. His hair, damp and lank, hung to his stooped shoulders. His breeches were torn at the knees, his waistcoat stained; the sleeves of his shirt barely reached his narrow wrists. His knife had a long, curved blade, and though he passed it from one hand to the other, wiping his sweaty palms on his breeches, the movements were deft. Ethan guessed that he would be a formidable foe in a knife fight if it came to that.
“Tha’s not true,” Folter said. “Not all of it, anyway.”
Ethan stopped, leaving some distance between them. Folter’s gaze met his for a moment before darting away, first to one side, then to the other. He was looking for a way out or past—or through, if need be. Ethan sensed that Folter had already taken his measure and convinced himself that he could prevail in a fight if he had to. He was wrong, but he had no way of knowing that. Ethan didn’t exactly cut an imposing figure. He was of medium height and build, and looked like a competent fighter, but not one to be truly feared. His hair was starting to go gray at the temples, and his face was lined and scarred. Folter would see in him someone too old and too small to be a true threat. Others had made the same mistake.
“I done a bit o’ work fer Pryce—Miss Pryce—back a year or two. If she could see her way clear t’ let this slide…”
“I don’t work for Pryce,” Ethan said.
Folter stared at him. “Then why are ya—?”
“I work on my own.”
The pup actually laughed. “Yar own? Ya think Sephira Pryce will stand by an’ let another thieftaker work anywhere in Boston?”
Ethan shrugged. “She has for the last few years.”
Folter’s smile faded. “Who are ya?” he asked.
Ethan twirled his knife casually between his fingers. “I was hired by Ezra Corbett to retrieve the jewels you’re carrying. My name is Ethan Kaille.”
The pup’s eyes widened at the mention of Ethan’s name. “Kaille,” he repeated. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade. “I’ve heard o’ ya.”
“Good,” Ethan said. “Then you know that you’d best be giving me what I’m after.”
“Ya’ll take them an’ then give me t’ th’ lobst’rbacks. I’ll be fourteen years at hard labor.”
“It doesn’t have to come to that.”
The young man shook his head, panic in his eyes. “I don’ believe ya.” He shifted his weight just slightly toward his right, his knees bending, his shoulders tensing. Subtle changes, but taken together they were all the warning Ethan needed.
By the time Folter lunged at him, leading with his blade, Ethan had already started to spin away. He had every intention of countering over Folter’s off hand, but at the last moment he saw that the boy—more cur now than pup—somehow had drawn a second knife. Only another spin saved Ethan from being skewered.
But in evading Folter’s attacks, Ethan had opened a path of escape. Folter looked at the thieftaker once, perhaps weighing another assault. Instead, he ran up the wharf back toward Purchase Street.
With the harbor at his back and the air heavy with moisture, Ethan had enough water at hand to cast an elemental spell. He spoke it quickly under his breath—“Imago ex aqua evocata”; illusion, conjured from water—and at the same time made a small flicking gesture with his hands, directing the charm so that the image formed directly in front of Folter.
Instantly the air around him felt charged, as it did when a storm came upon a ship at sea; as it did any time he conjured. Ethan felt the hairs on his neck and arms stand on end.
The old ghost appeared at Ethan’s side, glowing a rich reddish brown like the moon when it hangs low in the night. His eyes gleamed like brands, and they held a hint of annoyance, as if Ethan had torn him away from something too important to be interrupted for a mere illusion spell. Not that the ghost could refuse him. He was Ethan’s guide, a spectral guardian of the power-laden realm between the living world and the domain of the dead. Folter wouldn’t be able to see the specter; no one who wasn’t a conjurer could. But he would see the conjuring that Ethan’s ghost made possible.
For this illusion, Ethan summoned the first image that came to mind: a great white horse with a flowing mane, like the one he had seen earlier that day leading a chaise through the streets near the Common. Ethan cast the spell quickly, with little preparation; at midday, the creature might have looked insubstantial, but in the gloaming it appeared solid and huge and wild. It bore down on Folter as if intent on trampling him, and the pup did exactly what Ethan had hoped. He halted, dove to one side, and wrapped his hands over his head to shield himself. He gave no sign of noticing that though the beast looked real enough, its hooves made no sound on the wharf.
Ethan sprinted forward just as Folter scrambled to his feet.
The young man looked around frantically, his knives still in hand, though seemingly forgotten for the moment. “Where’d it—?”
Ethan didn’t allow him to finish the thought. He crashed into him, sending him sprawling. Ethan fell, too, rolled, and was on his feet again. One of the knives had flown from Folter’s hand; Ethan kicked the other one away. He aimed a second kick at Folter’s jaw, but the pup was too fast for him. He grabbed Ethan’s foot and twisted viciously, flipping Ethan to the ground.
Folter threw himself onto Ethan, and for a few harrowing moments the two of them grappled for control of Ethan’s blade. Folter was younger, quicker, stronger. He tried to pry Ethan’s fingers off the knife, and though Ethan fought him, he could feel his grip on the weapon slipping.
He wrapped his other hand around Folter’s throat and squeezed as hard as he could. Immediately the younger man stopped trying to tear the knife away and instead grabbed at Ethan’s other hand. Ethan, his blade hand now free, drove the heel of it up into Folter’s nose. He heard bone break, felt hot blood splatter on his cheek. An instant later, Folter rolled off of him, both hands clutching his face, blood running over his fingers.
“Damn ya!” the pup said, his voice thick.
Ethan got to his feet and kicked Folter in the side. The pup gasped and doubled up.
“Where are the jewels?” Ethan demanded.
Folter groaned.
Kneeling beside him, Ethan laid the edge of his blade along Folter’s throat. The young man stiffened.
“Don’t try it, lad,” Ethan said. “I don’t want to kill you, but I will.” Folter didn’t move; Ethan began to search his pockets with his free hand. In no time at all, he had found three bejeweled golden necklaces. “Was this it, or were there more?” he asked.
When Folter didn’t answer, Ethan pressed harder with his knife, drawing a small trickle of blood from the pup’s throat.
“Tha’s all,” Folter said sullenly.
Ethan didn’t release him.
The young man looked up at Ethan, fear in his eyes. “I swear!”
After holding him for another moment, Ethan removed the knife and stood once more.
“Are ya going t’ kill me now?” Folter asked. He sat up, eyeing Ethan, his body tensing, coiled.
“I can tell you that Mister Corbett wouldn’t object,” Ethan said. “The Admiralty Court would probably thank me for performing a service. And I promise you that if I meant to, you couldn’t stop me.”
“But ya’re going t’ let me go,” Folter said with disbelief. “Ya really don’ work fer Pryce, do ya?”
“No, I really don’t. I’m giving you this one chance, Daniel. I’ll let you go, but you have to leave Boston and never return. Corbett instructed me to give you over to Sheriff Greenleaf; he would be happy to see you transported to the Carolinas, or the Indies.” Ethan felt a twinge in his foot at his mention of the islands, the remembered pain of an old wound. “But Diver Jervis is a friend of mine, and he wouldn’t want to see you come to that end. I’m risking a great deal by letting you go. If I see you again, I’ll turn you in. Failing that, I’ll have no choice but to kill you.”
“I’s born here,” Folter said. “I ain’ never been anywhere else.”
“Then this is your chance to see the world,” Ethan told him. “But one way or another, you’re leaving the city.”
Folter opened his mouth to argue.
“I’ll give you one day, Daniel,” Ethan said. “If you’re still in Boston after midnight tomorrow, I’ll know it, and I’ll find you. Then you’ll have the sheriff to deal with.”
The young man nodded glumly.
“Go,” Ethan said.
Folter started away, then stopped, turning again. “My knives—”
“Leave them. And when you get to wherever you’re going, try not to make a mess of your life.”
The pup frowned and glanced about as if he had barely heard. “Say, where did tha’ horse go?” he asked. “Th’ one tha’ nearly ran me down.”
“I didn’t see it.”
Folter eyed him curiously. “Ya had t’ have seen it.”
“Good-bye, Daniel.”
The young man stared at him for a long time. “Ya’re a speller, aren’ ya?” he finally said. “Tha’s why I’d heard o’ ya. Ethan Kaille. Sure, tha’s it. Th’ speller wha’ does thieftakin’ here in th’ city. I remember now. Tha’s where tha’ horse came from. It was bloody witch’ry. An’ tha’s how ya can compete with Sephira Pryce.”
Ethan retrieved Folter’s knives and put them in his pocket. He made no answer.
“I could tell someone,” Folter said. “I could tell Pryce or one o’ her men.” A smile crept over his thin face. “I could get ya hung fer a witch.”
“You could,” Ethan said, meeting his gaze. “But if I really am a speller, what’s to keep me from killing you in your sleep if I think you’re a threat to me? What’s to keep me from tracking you down whenever I want to, and giving you smallpox or plague?”
Even in the failing light, Ethan could see the pup’s face go white. In truth, the fact that Ethan was a conjurer—a speller, as Folter put it—wasn’t as much of a secret as he would have liked. He suspected that Sephira Pryce already knew, and it was possible that some on the Admiralty Court still remembered the names Ruby Blade and Ethan Kaille. But he didn’t want word of his talents spreading farther than necessary, and he surely didn’t want Folter thinking that he had any advantage over him.
“I’m not sayin’ I’d tell,” Folter told him. “I was jus’ … I wouldn’ tell anyone.”
“Go, Daniel. Right now. Get out of Boston, and you won’t need to worry about me ever again. Remain here, and I’ll make Sephira Pryce seem like a kindly aunt. Understand?”
The pup nodded, and began to back away from him, his eyes wide, his face still ashen save for the bright blood that trickled from his nose. After a few steps, he turned and ran.


 
Copyright © 2012 by D. B. Jackson


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  • Posted July 23, 2012

    Imagine, if you will, the dark streets of Boston. Trouble is afo

    Imagine, if you will, the dark streets of Boston. Trouble is afoot, a revolution against the wealthy and the authorities. Equality and justice are demanding by protesting crowds, some of which get out of hand at times, leading to smoky, dark nights. Add to that ghosts and dark magic at hand, a secret sorcerer working his will in the midst of the chaos. Sounds like a pretty good urban fantasy, right?
    Now imagine all this is occurring during the Stamp Act uprising in the 18th Century. Samuel Adams and the Sons of Liberty, the original Tea Party, the Colonists stirring against the British Crown.

    D.B. Jackson's debut alternate history novel is the tale of a thieftaker, one who hunts down stolen property for a fee and returns it to its rightful owners. What separates him from his competition, however, is Ethan's gift for conjuring. He was born with the gift, inherited from his mother, and now Ethan Kaille is called upon to investigate the theft of a brooch off the neck of a murdered daughter of one of Boston's wealthy merchants. Murders are not the sorts of crimes men like Ethan typically get involved with, but the girl's cause of death is undetermined and some believe conjuring was involved, and so Ethan promises to find the stolen brooch and return it, revealing what he also discovers about the murderer in the process.

    But once he gets involved, finding himself haunted by ghosts and voices of not just the dead daughter but others who've died in similar fashion, attacked by his main rival, Sephira Pryce, a thieftaker who rules the city in ways less honorable than Ethan and many of her trade, and hunted by the authorities. Drawn into an unfolding mystery by his compulsion to understand and his desire to set things right, Ethan uncovers a dark conspiracy that brings him into encounters with the British leadership, upper crust merchants, and even Samuel Adams himself.

    Jackson is the nom de plume of a well respected fantasy writer with numerous fantasies under his belt. And his skill at prose, worldbuilding, and character development shine through on every page. Add to this his degree in history and passion for that, and you have a book that drips with authenticity, despite the fantastical elements wove into the historical narrative. Colonial Boston really comes alive here, and the story draws you in quickly, compelling you to read onward with every page.

    Alternate history is as tricky as working in a contemporary setting because so much documentation and knowledge exists that one has to study hard and tread carefully in order to use history both responsibly, meaningfully and fairly in weaving a fictional tale around and within it, while still crafting elements which would appeal to the genre fans for whom the book will be primarily targeted. But my opinion is that any fan of history, particularly Revolutionary War America, would love Thieftaker. And I think it's a not to be missed start of a new not to be missed series.

    Jackson is scheduled to follow next year with Thieve's Quarry and everything from the beautiful cover art to the prose, dialogue and settings works together to bring this charming, authentic, well paced tale to life. It's unique and yet familiar. And it's one of my favorite reads of 2012 so far. Highly recommended!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 3, 2012

    Do you remember all those U.S. History classes you had to take i

    Do you remember all those U.S. History classes you had to take in high school? U.S. History is so boring, right? Well pick up a copy of "Thieftaker" and let D. B. Jackson show you how awesome it can be. Set in 1700's Colonial Boston, Ethan Kaile is a Thieftaker, someone who hunts down stolen objects for a reward, and a conjurer. When Abner Berson asks him to find the missing brooch of his murdered daughter, Kaile finds that the girls murder is more than just a simple mugging. The girl was killed by powerful magic the likes of which Kaile has never seen before. He must find the rogue conjurer responsible for her death while avoiding the Empress of the South End, Sephira Pryce, a rival theiftaker who isn't happy about him taking her clients. Political intrigue, fast paced action, and extremely compelling characters makes for one hell of a story that will ride you hard all the way to the end and leave you wanting more.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 11, 2014

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    The time 1765 and the place Boston at a time when the streets we

    The time 1765 and the place Boston at a time when the streets were filled with men who wanted to pull back from England and those that did not.  Trust and Loyalty to each other was in constant flux. The act of Conjuring was well-known but who they were was not always known. The main character is honorable. For all his experience, he doesn’t always figure the situation out right away. Talking about it to those he trusts gives him clues he so desperately needs. This makes for reality in a surreal world. I am looking forward to the next book, although I thought the painful actions put upon the main character went too far and much too long.  I look forward to the next book.

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  • Posted August 10, 2013

    Lovely historical detail, a very sympathetic character with cool

    Lovely historical detail, a very sympathetic character with cool "conjuring" powers, and a murderer who stays hidden until the very end. A winning combination IMHO and darned well-written to boot!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2013

    Very Good

    Excellent: the best of historical fiction and urban fantasy. The pace is exciting, the plot twists unpredictable. The only con are the descriptions of Sephira Pryce, which make it very obvious the author is male, but that is hardly a reason not to read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012

    I loved this novel! Very exciting and fast-paced, and the main

    I loved this novel! Very exciting and fast-paced, and the main character—Ethan Kaille—is really compelling. I liked how the author wove American history alongside the fantasy elements. Can’t wait for the next book in the series!

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  • Posted August 25, 2012

    I really enjoyed Thieftaker by DB Jackson. It takes place as for

    I really enjoyed Thieftaker by DB Jackson. It takes place as forces are
    gathering toward the American Revolution, and several historical figures
    enter into the story. The main character, Ethan, isn't a shining young
    hero, for sure. He's damaged goods, in a way, physically and
    emotionally, with pretty heavy baggage. But he's incredibly appealing -
    very smart and determined, and a genuinely good man - who finds himself
    in some truly terrible circumstances and sometimes forced to make some
    really tough choices. Many other appealing characters join Ethan
    throughout the tale, and a few nasty folks that you really hope will get
    what they so richly deserve. I liked the mystery/thriller aspect of the
    story as much as the historical detail. And the magical element was the
    icing on the cake. I've had the good fortune to hear DB speak about
    building magical worlds and systems, and it was very satisfying to see
    him practice what he preaches. Ethan's world feels absolutely true. I'm
    looking forward to going back for more in Thieves Quarry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2012

    Loved this book. Start to finish, believable and compelling.

    Loved this book. Start to finish, believable and compelling.

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  • Posted July 22, 2012

    With abundant skill, author D.B. Jackson draws us into this clas

    With abundant skill, author D.B. Jackson draws us into this classic urban fantasy, given new life due to the unique setting (Boston 1767). The city is a powder keg where iron-fisted British rule is riding herd on the colonists' independent streak. Jackson's strong eye for detail makes you feel as if you're standing in the muddy and dung-strewn streets, watching as history works it's way toward a very special day in 1776.

    But this isn't just a historical piece. Every story has to have a strong hero and Ethan Kaille fits the bill. A man with a complicated and tortured past, Kaille is a thieftaker, a person who locates and returns stolen property to its rightful owners. But here's where the tale excels: the thieftaker is also a conjurer, capable of powerful magic, during a time when witches and sorcerers are still tried and executed.

    I won't say much more or risk spoiling the plot, which is a first rate murder mystery. As a lover of urban fantasy and historical mysteries I thoroughly enjoyed this first in what promises to be an entertaining series. I know I'll be queuing up to buy the next book.

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  • Posted July 21, 2012

    This is my favorite book of the year so far! An amazing blend of

    This is my favorite book of the year so far! An amazing blend of historical fiction with the fantasy genre. Db Jackson really knows his history and seamlessly incorporates it with the supernatural. What an unique setting into which to set his Chronicle's series. I have not seen such a yarn told so well since Naomi Novik's Temeraire series! Buy this book, but buy local first. ;) You will not be disappointed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2012

    Enjoyable

    Jackson does an excellent job showing Boston as it must have been in 1760. His characters are interesting, and he does a good job of bringing their problems to life. The book didn't always hold my attention, however. Some of the fight scenes dragged, and I often found Saphira's dialog to be predictable.

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