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She observed him from her chosen cover, as she'd done twice before. The first two times he'd been chopping wood, but today, after a heavy snowfall appropriate for the third week of December, he was shoveling the sidewalk. Today was the day she'd take him.
Heart in her mouth, she watched as he cleared the snow with carefully controlled violence. Every movement was exactly the same as the one before. Each slide of the shovel was strictly parallel to previous marks. And in his fierce control, she saw his rage, tamped and contained by will alone—like a pipe bomb.
Flattening herself and breathing lightly so he wouldn't see her, she considered how she would do it. From behind, she thought, as fast as possible, to give him no time to react. One quick movement and it would all be over—if she didn't lose her courage, as she had the first two times.
Something told her that it had to be today, that she wouldn't get a fourth opportunity. He was wary and disciplined—and if he weren't so angry, surely his senses, werewolf sharp, would have discovered her hiding place in the snow beneath the fir trees lining his front yard.
She shook with the stress of what she planned. Ambush. Weak and cowardly, but it was the only way she could take him. And it needed to be done, because it was only a matter of time before he lost the control that kept him shoveling to a steady beat while the wolf raged inside him. And when his control failed, people would die.
Dangerous. He could be so fast. If she screwed this up, he could kill her. She had to trust that her own werewolf reflexes were up to this. It needed to be done. Resolution gave her strength. It would be today.
Charles heard the SUV, but he didn't look up.
He'd turned off his cell and continued to ignore the cool voice of his father in his head until it went away. There was no one who lived near him on the snow-packed mountain road—so the SUV was just the next step in his father's determination to make him toe the line.
It was a new wolf, Robert, sent here to the Aspen Creek Pack by his own Alpha because of his lack of control. Sometimes the Marrok could help; other times he just had to clean up the mess. If Robert couldn't learn discipline, it would probably be Charles's job to dispose of him. If Robert didn't learn manners, the disposal job wouldn't bother Charles as much as it should.
That Bran had sent Robert to deliver his message told Charles just how furious his da was.
"Chief!" The man didn't even bother getting out of the car. There weren't many people Charles extended the privilege of calling him anything but his given name, and this pup wasn't one of them.
Charles stopped shoveling and looked at the other wolf, let him see just what he was messing with. The man lost his grin, paled, and dropped his eyes instantly, his heart making the big blood vessel in his neck throb with sudden fear.
Charles felt petty. And he resented it, resented his pettiness and the roiling anger that caused it. Inside him Brother Wolf smelled Robert's weakness and liked it. The stress of defying the Marrok, his Alpha, had left Brother Wolf wanting blood. Robert's would do.
"I . . . ah."
Charles didn't say anything. Let the fool work for it. He lowered his eyelids and watched the man squirm some more. The scent of his fear pleased Brother Wolf—and made Charles feel a little sick at the same time. Usually, he and Brother Wolf were in better harmony—or maybe the real problem was that he wanted to kill someone, too.
"The Marrok wants to see you."
Charles waited a full minute, knowing how long that time would seem to his father's message boy. "That's it?"
That "sir" was a far cry from "Hey, Chief."
"Tell him I'll come after my walk is cleared." And he went back to work.
After a few scrapes of his shovel, he heard the SUV turn around in the narrow road. The vehicle spun out, then grabbed traction and headed back to the Marrok's, fishtailing with Robert's urgent desire to get away. Brother Wolf was smugly satisfied; Charles tried not to be. Charles knew he shouldn't bait his father by defying his orders—especially not in front of a wolf who needed guidance as Robert did. But Charles needed the time.
He had to be in better control of himself before he faced the Marrok again. He needed real control that would allow him to lay out his argument logically and explain why the Marrok was wrongheaded—instead of simply bashing heads with him the way they had the last four times Charles had spoken to him. Not for the first time, he wished for a more facile tongue. His brother could sometimes change the Marrok's mind—but he never had. This time, Charles knew his father was wrong.
And now he'd worked himself up into a fine mood.
He focused on the snow and took a deep breath of cold air—and something heavy landed on his shoulders, dropping him facedown in the snow. Sharp teeth and a warm mouth touched his neck and were gone as quickly as the weight that had dropped him.
Without moving, he opened his eyes to slits, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sky-eyed black wolf facing him warily . . . with a tail that waved tentatively and paws that danced in the snow, claws extending and retracting like a cat's with nervous excitement.
And it was as though something clicked inside Brother Wolf, turning off the roiling anger that had been churning in Charles's gut for the past couple of weeks. The relief of that was enough to drop his head back into the snow. Only with her, only ever with her, did Brother Wolf settle down wholly. And a few weeks were not enough time to get used to the miracle of it—or to keep him from being too stupid to ask for her help.
Which was why she'd planned this ambush, of course.
When he was up to it, he'd explain to her how dangerous it was for her to attack him without warning. Though Brother Wolf had apparently known exactly who it was who'd attacked: he'd let them be taken down in the snow.
The cold felt good against his face.
The frozen stuff squeaked under her paws, and she made an anxious sound, proof that she hadn't noticed when he'd looked at her. Her nose was cold as it touched his ear and he steeled himself not to react. Playing dead with his face buried in the snow, his smile was free to grow.
The cold nose retreated, and he waited for it to come back within reach, his body limp and lifeless. She pawed at him, and he let his body rock—but when she nipped his backside, he couldn't help but jerk away with a sharp sound.
Faking dead was useless after that, so he rolled over and rose to a crouch.
She got out of reach quickly and turned back to look at him. He knew that she couldn't read anything in his face. He knew it. He had too much practice controlling all of his expressions.
But she saw something that had her dropping her front half down to a crouch and loosening her lower jaw in a wolfish grin—a universal invitation to play. He rolled forward, and she took off with a yip of excitement.
They wrestled all over the front yard—making a mess of his carefully tended walk and turning the pristine snow into a battleground of foot-and-body prints. He stayed human to even the odds, because Brother Wolf outweighed her by sixty or eighty pounds and his human form was almost her weight. She didn't use her claws or teeth against his vulnerable skin.
He laughed at her mock growls when she got him down and went for his stomach—then laughed again at the icy nose she shoved under his coat and shirt, more ticklish than any fingers in the sensitive spots on the sides of his belly.
He was careful never to pin her down, never to hurt her, even by accident. That she'd risk this was a statement of trust that warmed him immensely—but he never let Brother Wolf forget that she didn't know them well and had more reason than most to fear him and what he was: male and dominant and wolf.
He heard the car drive up. He could have stopped their play, but Brother Wolf had no desire to take up a real battle yet. So he grabbed her hind foot and tugged it as he rolled out of reach of gleaming fangs.
And he ignored the rich scent of his father's anger—a scent that faded abruptly.
Anna was oblivious to his father's presence. Bran could do that, fade into the shadows as if he were just another man and not the Marrok. All of her attention was on Charles—and it made Brother Wolf preen that even the Marrok was second to them in her attentions. It worried the man because, untrained to use her wolf senses, someday she might not notice some danger that would get her killed. Brother Wolf was sure that they could protect her and shook off Charles's worry, dragging him back into the joy of play.
He heard his father sigh and strip out of his clothing as Anna made a run for it and Charles chased her all the way around the house. She used the trees in the back as barriers to keep him at bay when he got too close. Her four clawed feet gave her more traction than his boots did, and she could get around the trees faster.
At last he chased her out of the trees, and she bolted back around the house with him hot on her trail. She rounded the corner to the front yard and froze at the sight of his father in wolf shape, waiting for them.
It was all Charles could do to not keep going through her like a running back. As it was, he took her legs right out from under her as he changed his run into a slide.
Before he could check to see if she was okay, a silver missile was on him and the whole fight changed abruptly. Charles had been mostly in control of the action when it was just he and Anna, but with the addition of his father, he was forced to an earnest application of muscle, speed, and brain to keep the two wolves, black and silver, from making him eat snow.
At last he lay flat on his back, with Anna on his legs and his father's fangs touching the sides of his throat in mock threat.
"Okay," he said, relaxing his body in surrender. "Okay. I give up."
The words were more than just an end to play. He'd tried. But in the end, the Alpha's word was law. Whatever followed would follow. So he submitted as easily as any pup in the pack to his father's dominance.
The Marrok lifted his head and removed himself from Charles's chest. He sneezed and shook off snow as Charles sat up and pulled his legs out from under Anna.
"Thanks," he told her, and she gave him a happy grin. He gathered up the clothes from the hood of his father's car and opened the door to the house. Anna bounced into the living room and trotted down the hall to the bedroom. He tossed his father's clothes into the bathroom, and when his father followed them, shut the door behind the white-tipped tail.
He had hot chocolate and soup ready when his father emerged, his face flushed with the effort of the change, his eyes hazel and human once more.
He and his da didn't look much alike. Charles took after his Salish mother and Bran was Welsh through and through, with sandy hair and prominent features that usually wore a deceptively earnest expression, which was currently nowhere in evidence. Despite the play, Bran didn't look particularly happy.
Charles didn't bother trying to talk. He had nothing to say anyway. His grandfather had told him once that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them. His grandfather had been a medicine man and talked like that sometimes. And he was usually right.
He handed his da a cup of hot chocolate.
"Your wife called me last night." Bran's voice was gruff.
"Ah." He hadn't known that. Anna must have done it while he'd been out trying to outrun his frustrations.
"She told me I wasn't hearing what you were saying," Da said. "I told her that I heard you tell me quite clearly that I was an idiot for going to Seattle to meet with the European delegation—as did most of the rest of the pack."
Tactful, that's me, thought Charles, who decided sipping his cocoa was better than opening his mouth.
"And I asked him if you were in the habit of arguing with him without a good reason," said Anna breezily as she slipped by his father and brushed against Charles. She was wearing his favorite brown sweater. On her it hung halfway down her thighs and buried her shape in cocoa-colored wool. Brother Wolf liked it when she wore his clothes.
She should have looked like a refugee, but somehow she didn't. The color turned her skin to porcelain and brought out rich highlights in her light brown hair. It also emphasized her freckles—which he adored.
She hopped up on the counter and purred happily as she snagged the cocoa he'd made for her.
"And then she hung up," said his father in disgruntled tones.
"Mmm," said Anna. Charles couldn't tell if she was responding to the hot chocolate or his father.
"And she refused to pick up the phone when I called back." His father wasn't pleased.
Not so comfortable having someone around who doesn't instantly obey you, old man? Charles thought—just as his father met his eye.
Bran's sudden laugh told Charles that his da wasn't really upset.
"Frustrating," Charles ventured.
"He yelled at me," Anna said serenely, tapping her forehead. The Marrok could speak to any of his wolves mind to mind, though he couldn't read their thoughts no matter how much it felt like that was what he was doing. He was just damnably good at reading people. "I ignored him, and he went away eventually."
"No fun fighting someone who doesn't fight back," Charles said.
"Without someone to argue with, I knew he'd have to think about what I said," Anna told them smugly. "If only to come up with the right words to squelch me the next time he talked to me."
She hadn't reached even a quarter of a century yet, they hadn't been mated a full month—and she was already arranging them all to suit herself. Brother Wolf was pleased with the mate he'd found for them.
Charles set down his cup and folded his arms over his chest. He knew he looked intimidating, that was his intention. But when Anna leaned away from him, just a little, he dropped his arms and hooked his thumbs in his jeans and made his shoulders relax. And his voice was gentler than he'd meant it to be. "Manipulating Bran has a tendency to backfire," he told her. "I'd recommend against it."
But his father rubbed his mouth and sighed loudly. "So," said his father. "Why is it that you think it would be disastrous for me to go to Seattle?"
Charles rounded on his father, his resolve to quit fighting Bran on his decision to go to Seattle all but forgotten. "The Beast is coming, and you ask me that?"
"Who?" Anna asked.
"Jean Chastel, the Beast of Gévaudan," Charles told her. "He likes to eat his prey—and his prey is mostly human."
"He stopped that," Bran said coolly.
"Please," Charles snapped, "don't mouth something you don't believe to me—It smells perilously close to a lie. The Beast was forced to stop killing openly, but a tiger doesn't change his stripes. He's still doing it. You know it as well as I do." He could have pointed out other things—Jean had a taste for human flesh, the younger the better. But Anna had already experienced what happened when a wolf turned monstrous. He didn't want to be the one to tell her that there were worse beasts out there than her former Alpha and his mate. His father knew what Jean Chastel was.
Bran conceded the point. "Yes. Almost certainly he is. But I'm not a helpless human, he won't kill me." He looked at Charles narrowly. "Which you know. So why do you think it will be dangerous?"
He was right. Take the Beast out of the picture, and it still made him ill to think of his father going. The Beast was the most obvious, provable danger.
"I just know," Charles said, finally. "But it is your decision to make." His gut clenched in anticipation of just how bad it was going to be.
"You still don't have a logical reason."
"No." Charles forced his body to accept his defeat and kept his eyes on the floor.
His da looked out the little window where the mountains lay draped in winter white.
"Your mother did that," he said. "She'd make a statement without any real support at all, and I was supposed to just take her word for it."
Anna was looking at his da with bright expectancy.
Bran smiled at her, then raised his cup toward the mountains. "I learned the hard way that she was usually right. Frustrating doesn't come close to covering it."
"So," he said, turning his attention back to Charles. "They are on their way already, I can't cancel it now—and it needs to be done. Announcing to the real world that there are werewolves among them will affect the European wolves as much, if not more, than it does us. They deserve their chance to be heard and told why we are doing it. It should come from me, but you would be an acceptable substitute. It will cause some offense, though, and you will have to deal with that."
Relief flooded Charles with an abruptness that had him leaning against the countertop in sudden weakness, as the all-consuming sense of absolute and utter disaster slid away and left him whole. Charles looked at his mate.
"My grandfather would have loved to have met you," he told her huskily. "He would have called you 'She Moves Trees Out of His Path.'"
She looked lost, but his Da laughed. He'd known the old man, too.
"He called me 'He Who Must Run into Trees,'" Charles explained, and in a spirit of honesty, a need for his mate to know who he was, he continued, "Or sometimes 'Running Eagle.'"
"'Running Eagle'?" Anna puzzled it over, frowning at him. "What's wrong with that?"
"Too stupid to fly," murmured his father with a little smile. "That old man had a wicked tongue—wicked and clever, so it stuck until he dinged you with your next offense." He tilted his head at Charles. "But you were a lot younger then—and I am not so solid an object as a tree. You feel better if you—"
Anna cleared her throat pointedly.
His da smiled at her. "If you and Anna go instead?"
"Yes." Charles paused because there was something more, but the house was too busy with modern things for the spirits to talk to him clearly. Usually that was a good thing. When they got too demanding, he sometimes retreated to his office, where the computers and electronics kept them out entirely. Still, there was something in him that breathed easier now that his father had agreed not to go. "Not safe, but better. When do you want us in Seattle?"
Posted August 23, 2010
Rarely do I find a book I truly hate, and this is one of them. The protagonist is very poorly developed in this story. I found myself having no connection at all with her. Very little of her back story is told. This is for a direct reason, which I'll get to later. Her friend Leo seems forced into a story that he doesn't fit into. The only characters I found myself really connecting with were Trixa's friends Zeke & Griffin, and the charismatic demon Solomon. Then end of the story comes like a slap in the face. Not only doesn't it make any sense, but it's insanely random to the point of absurd. It would seem that Trixa's character development was abandoned completely in a poor attempt to hammer a square ending into a round hole. Think the craziness ends? Not at all. They throw in completely random homosexuality out of nowhere. While I have no issues with this subject matter, the author seems to take a lifelong friendship that is for all intents and purposes a brother-brother relationship and somehow turns it into a romantic endeavor. There is no end to the random twists and lack of story telling to this book.
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Posted September 22, 2010
I love the Cal Leandros book series by Rob Thurman. I was thrilled when I heard she had another series starting up. Sadly, I hated this book. The character development just wasn't there. I liked some of the minor characters but the main character was poorly developed and just when I started to like her, the author hits us with a completely random obnoxious "twist". Its not a twist when you just throw something in and say all of the early stuff was lies. That is just poor plot development. That is lying to your readers for the shock effect. Skip this book and go read Nightlife (book 1 of Cal Leandros) instead.
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Posted November 29, 2013
One of the best books ever in the paranormal genre! Clever, funny, action packed...just loved it!....Loved all the "good" characters...hated all the "bad"....more, please and soon!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 24, 2012
i was looking for a new author and picked up this and the first in the Cal Leandros series. loved this book, have read it multiple times. I liked how it does not end with everything being a happy ending, sometimes life is a curve , a step to the left or shy of center. great charactersWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 23, 2012
If you ever lived near a casino you'll find yourself quietly laughing at the nuances which Rob(yn) brings to the forefront and outlines a particular idea about the evil in all mankinds heart; let alone what may be in the mind of a demon.
Yet, you'll "smell brimstone" right after that red-tail, black blood, Hellion is returned to its rightful place for a time by some unique individuals.
I turned to this first book after having consumed the "Cal & Niko" series; which I had already read thrice before taking up this book due to impatience waiting the next "Cal& Niko Leandros" book.
Keep up the good work and I'll keep reading.. As I suggest others do too.
Posted February 7, 2012
This was an awesome book!
At first, I admit I was leery about reading another series by Rob Thurman. There are few authors I follow that can consistently maintain two series, much less three without character bleed-over.
An while Trixa was as all sarcastic and snarky as Cal, she was refreshingly original.
Rob Thurman managed to create a heroine that was just as formidable if not moreso than Cal and Niko. Trixa's mind would be terrible place to be trapped within! A person could easily find themselves lost within the first two steps.
All the clues to the final conclusion were laid bare within the book and all I could feel was awe at the love she bore her brother and the lengths she would go to find his killer.
Posted June 1, 2010
Ok, I will admit, when I first started reading this book, I was a little skeptical, about the plot progression. However, even so, I couldnt stop reading this book. By the time Thurman wrapped up the plot, twists and all I was / am hooked. Great overall read.
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Posted May 15, 2010
This book supposes that there is another set of supernatural beings hanging out in the same USA used in Rob Thurman's Cal Leandros series but that somehow these two sets of supernatural beings are (mostly) different. Huh? How can we have angels (with wings like giant chickens), demons, and demon killers in Las Vegas, but not in New York? An answer is presented but I don't buy it. None the less, the main characters are fun and strong and tricky. Too bad the nasties are excessively Laurell Hamilton-ish. Handsome sexy demon bad guys are effective enough here, but I think they may exhaust their potential fairly soon. I can't help but think that Thurman is setting Trixa Iktomi up as a sweetie for Cal Leandros. Not sure that is going to fly.
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Posted December 12, 2009
As usual Rob Thurman kept me on the edge of my seat. The start of another great series!! If you love Cal and Niko, you will love Trixa, Zeke and Griffin. Action packed, humorous, thrilling, great characters (as always) and best of all a very UNIQUE storyline. I do not want to give away the plot, but it is well worth reading!!! I look forward to the next book in the series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Rob Thurman has a talent for creating bad-ass, memorable characters who have a tough to find vulnerable side. Trixa Iktomi is a great new female protagonist to keep an eye on who even has a unique name. There are only so many Dantes, Valentines, and Celtic vowelly names one can take in the paranormal fantasy world. The book starts with questions and ends with an original twist that will keep you in awe of what the next book in the series will bring. It's a plus that from beginning to end, the author keeps you guessing about Trixas motivations, plans for revenge, and origin as well as that of all the people she's close to. Keep the solid writing coming, Ms. Thurman!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
If you are a fan of Ms. Thruman's writing or if you are a fan of the show Supernatural you will enjoy this book. I hope the character from this book eventually meets up with the boys from the other books. She and Niko would be great together and I have feeling she would add Cal as another little brother to look after.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 6, 2009
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This book has vivid supernatural elements, surprising twists and a bombshell finish. Unfortunately, the story's flow is significantly slowed in the beginning by the protagonist's internal explanations and histrionics. Irascible Trixa is a bit too full of herself and has a murky agenda inadequately explained throughout most of the novel. In contrast, her two long-term friends, demon-hunters Griffin Reese and Zeke Hawkins, are appealing from the get-go with Griffin, the fashion conscious extravert, taking care of the deadly but sociopathic Zeke. The other supporting character, Native American bartender and Trixa confidant, Leo Rain, is only vaguely described and never really registers. Notably, the demons are graphically detailed and the lead demon, Solomon, is well-drawn in his human form. At about the mid-point of the novel, the pace picks up as the plot finally unfolds. It involves a search for a magic artifact called the Light of Life which protects whoever possesses it. Trixa is chosen by a remnant of the Light and takes a lead on the search accompanied by Griffin, Zeke, members of the local demon hunting chapter and angels. While chasing down clues to the Light's location, Trixa knows that the apocalypse will/might be initiated if the light falls to either heaven or hell. The trail leads to explosive demon encounters and attacks, human and angelic interference, unforeseen betrayals, shocking revelations and an action-heavy finish. l recommend this book to fans of the Cal Leandros series. If you like those books, you'll probably be entertained by this one.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
I really loved this book. There was family, friendship, love, good vs evil and the question of who could be trusted or if our good guys were in it all alone. Demons, demon hunters, angels, tricksters and more. The characters are rich and diverse. You are drawn in and you want to know even more about who they are and what they're about. And of course there's the delightful humor we're all used to. With lines like, "Spawn trumped traffic codes" and "It's not enough I fight demons, I get bird flu too?"
Now at times the lead female did annoy me by being a bit Mary Sue, but that doesn't last and it picks up nicely. There are twists and twists on top of them. And I was floored by the surprise ending. Also had a few mentions of Nightlife's beloved characters, which made the whole verse feel very connected. I think this saga will be another of Thurman's works that I'll love to read again and again. Plus, some great reveals. Now we know a bit more about Robin and we finally know what Peri's are!
Posted September 5, 2009
This a story of what makes and what we do for"family." The characters come alive in the telling of the story. Although the ending is a surprise all the clues are there. A can't wait for the the next trickster novel.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 31, 2009
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I'm not going to ruin it for anyone so all I'll say is Rob Thurman is an author to look for. This book is equal parts action and sarcasm with an ending that you'll never see coming, it's definitely being added to my bookshelf.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 23, 2009
Las Vegas is sin city for a reason; it is a place where demons seek and eat human souls to embellish their power. In Vegas, Trixsta bar owner Trixa Iktomi supplements her living selling information mostly to the angels and their mostly human demon hunting allies at Eden House. She supports their cause not because of some divine belief, but due to her need for vengeance against those who killed her brother.
Trixa learns of an ancient supernatural shield the Light of Life that allegedly can prevent any heavenly or hellish assault from penetrating. She and her bartender Native American Leo Rain want to possess it before the demons find it. Her only problem resides with the demonic hunk Solomon, who seems attracted to Trixa; she reciprocates but fears he is only interested in dining on her soul.
The first trickster urban fantasy is an enjoyable action-packed tale that makes the mingling and mangling of angels, demons, and humans seem genuine due to a strong cast anchored by the bar owner who is as much antihero as she is hero. Trixa is a fascinating protagonist who is a mix of vulnerability, courage and acceptance; as she understands it is the season for heaven and hell on earth. Fans will enjoy the Rob Thurman experience as "demons in paradise" must have a purpose under the heaven, but like Trixa readers will ask what the hell are they and angels doing crapping in Vegas.
Posted December 30, 2009
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