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Wide Open

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by Deborah Coates

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Wide Open by Deborah Coates is the first book in a series of "startlingly original" (Booklist) contemporary dark fantasy novels set against the sweeping prairies and desolate byways of the American Midwest, creating "a rural backwater where the normal and paranormal seamlessly merge." (Publishers Weekly)

When Sergeant Hallie Michaels comes


Wide Open by Deborah Coates is the first book in a series of "startlingly original" (Booklist) contemporary dark fantasy novels set against the sweeping prairies and desolate byways of the American Midwest, creating "a rural backwater where the normal and paranormal seamlessly merge." (Publishers Weekly)

When Sergeant Hallie Michaels comes back to South Dakota from Afghanistan on ten days' compassionate leave, her sister Dell's ghost is waiting at the airport to greet her.

The sheriff says that Dell's death was suicide, but Hallie doesn't believe it. Something happened or Dell's ghost wouldn't still be hanging around. Friends and family, mourning Dell's loss, think Hallie's letting her grief interfere with her judgment.

The one person who seems willing to listen is the deputy sheriff, Boyd Davies, who shows up everywhere and helps when he doesn't have to.

As Hallie asks more questions, she attracts new ghosts, women who disappeared without a trace. Soon, someone's trying to beat her up, burn down her father's ranch, and stop her investigation.

Hallie's going to need Boyd, her friends, and all the ghosts she can find to defeat an enemy who has an unimaginable ancient power at his command.

Wide Open has been nominated for the Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in a First Novel, appeared on Locus Magazine's Recommended Reading List for first novels, and was chosen as a Tor.com Reviewer's Choice Pick for Favorite Book of the year. The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction claimed that it is "one of the best first novels I've read in a long time" and Library Journal agrees that "fans of urban fantasies should enjoy the kick-ass [heroine]."

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Wide Open is a good read--full of sound and fury, ghosts and fire. A tough, tenacious heroine who relies on guts and brains rather than awesome cosmic superpowers. I loved it. Deborah Coates is a storyteller in the best sense of the word.” —Patricia Briggs, New York Times bestselling author of River Marked

Twin Peaks meets Dean Koontz... Deborah Coates offers a pitch-perfect sense of place, an uncanny knack for dialogue, and a complex heroine who's mad, sad, tenacious, and tough--exactly the person you'd pick to investigate your own murder.” —Sharon Shinn, author of Troubled Waters

“A great blast of fresh air. From the intimate story of a young woman haunted by forces both natural and supernatural, to the grand scope of godlike elementals, Deborah Coates demonstrates a sure storytelling hand.... Wide Open is the impressive debut of a distinct new voice in fantasy.” —Greg van Eekhout, author of Norse Code

Wide Open lures us into the dangerous world of Sergeant Hallie Michaels and her alarmingly real ghosts.... Vivid, suspenseful, and filled with intensely convincing characters, this novel is an unforgettable homecoming.” —A. M. Dellamonica, award-winning author of Indigo Springs

Publishers Weekly
A young woman who keeps company with spirits and a smalltown deputy haunted by premonitions become unusual allies in this refreshingly original dark fantasy debut. Sgt. Hallie Michaels has seen ghosts since her near-death experience in Afghanistan. When she returns home to Rapid City, S.D., on compassionate leave, the constant presence of her sister’s insistent shade convinces her that Dell’s suicide was actually murder. Grudgingly, Hallie teams up with deputy Boyd Davies, whose precognitive dreams tell him that someone is covering up the truth behind Dell’s death. Together, the two investigate Dell’s former employer, a research firm whose ability to control the weather derives from mastery of forces a bit darker than meteorological science. The plot turns on more than a few convenient coincidences, but Coates makes her premise believable through her canny and credible depiction of life in a rural backwater where the normal and paranormal seamlessly merge. Agent: Caitlin Blasdell, Liza Dawson Associates. (Mar.)
Library Journal
Sgt. Hallie Michaels has ten days' compassionate leave from her tour of duty in Afghanistan to attend the funeral of her sister Dell in South Dakota. The facts of Dell's death are sketchy, and Hallie has a hard time believing that her sister committed suicide. Local entrepreneur Martin Weber seems to know something, as does Deputy Boyd Davies, but it is impossible to get a straight answer from anyone. This only serves to infuriate Hallie. What no one knows is that Hallie is recovering from a near-death experience and has started to see ghosts, including Dell and several young women who have disappeared from the area. Hallie thinks there might be a connection between these disappearances and a rash of fires and extreme weather events, but proving it is another story altogether. VERDICT In this first in a trilogy, debut novelist Coates has done an excellent job creating a believable heroine in a very real present-day America. She slowly builds suspense along with her characters. Fans of urban fantasies should enjoy the kick-ass Hallie.—Laurel Bliss, San Diego State Univ. Lib.
Kirkus Reviews
Coates' debut novel scores from a reader's point of view, despite the author's repetitiveness and clunky writing style. Hallie Michaels has returned from the war in Afghanistan, but her arrival at the rural South Dakota ranch of her childhood isn't cause for celebration: She has returned to help bury her older sister, Dell, who died in a fiery crash in what local law enforcement infers was a case of suicide. But Hallie knows that Dell didn't kill herself, and even though she only has 10 days in which to prove her sister was murdered before returning to her Army post, the sergeant is determined to prove her theory. Of course, Hallie has a little supernatural help in the form of her sister's ghost, a cold, silent presence that only she can see. While most would be put off when trailed by a ghost, Hallie takes it in stride because she's also hauling around another ghost named Eddie, a friend killed in Afghanistan. Soon other ghosts join Hallie in her search for her sister's killer, whose death she is certain is tied to a company owned by Martin Weber. And the ghosts aren't her only allies because Hallie also finds herself working with a deputy named Boyd, who has secrets of his own. Unsure as to whether Boyd is friend or foe, Hallie circles him with care, while the stakes grow higher and the danger mounts. Eventually, though, Hallie must rely on her own sense of survival, especially when forces she can't explain try to take her down. Peopled with taciturn characters that pull emotional punches, Coates' book introduces a close-knit community that takes care of its own. However, the characters' quirky shared propensities for uttering the same four-letter word no matter what the situation handicaps the dialogue. An interesting plot and compelling characters are dragged down by unwieldy dialogue and a climax in which the action is not adequately explained, suggesting there will be a sequel.

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Tom Doherty Associates
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Hallie Michaels Series , #1
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First Edition
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5.47(w) x 8.39(h) x 0.86(d)

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When Sergeant Hallie Michaels arrived in Rapid City, South Dakota, she’d been traveling for twenty-four hours straight. She sat on the plane as it taxied to the gate and tried not to jump out of her skin, so ready to be up, to be moving, to put her head down and go. And Lord help anyone who got in her way.

She hadn’t been able to reach her father or anyone else by phone since she’d gotten the news, just contact with her commanding officer—We’re sorry, your sister’s dead. Here’s ten days’ compassionate leave. Go home.

Three sharp bongs, and the seat belt light went out. The plane filled with the sound of seat belts snapping, people moving, overhead doors opening up. The woman in the seat next to Hallie’s was still fumbling with her buckle when Hallie stepped past her into the aisle. She felt raw and sharp edged as she walked off the plane and up the Jetway, like rusty barbed wire, like she would snap if someone twisted too hard.

Halfway down the long wide concourse, ready—she was—for South Dakota, for her sister’s funeral for—


Eddie Serrano’s ghost floated directly in front of her, right in the middle of the concourse. She swiped a hand across her eyes, hoped it was an artifact of no sleep and too much coffee, though she knew that it wasn’t.

He looked like he’d just stepped out of parade formation—crisp fatigues, pants neatly tucked into his boots, cap stiff and creased and set on his head just exactly perfect. Better than he’d ever looked when he was alive—except for being gray and misty and invisible to everyone but her.

She thought she’d left him in Afghanistan.

She drew a deep breath. This was not happening. She was not seeing a dead soldier in the middle of the Rapid City airport. She wasn’t. She squared her shoulders and walked past him like he wasn’t there.

Approaching the end of the concourse, she paused and scanned the half-dozen people waiting just past security. She didn’t see her father, had almost not expected to see him because—oh for so many reasons—because he wouldn’t want to see her for the first time in a public place, because he had the ranch and funeral arrangements to take care of, because he hated the City, as he always referred to Rapid City, and airports, and people in the collective and, less often though sometimes more spectacularly, individually.

She spotted a woman with straight blond hair underneath a cowboy hat standing by the windows. Brett Fowker. Hallie’d known Brett since before kindergarten, since a community barbecue when they were five, where Brett had told Hallie how trucks worked and Hallie had taken them both for what turned out to be a very short ride. Brett was all right. Hallie could deal with that.

She started forward again and walked into a cold so intense, she thought it would stop her heart. It felt like dying all over again, like breath froze in her lungs. She slapped her hand against the nearest wall and concentrated on breathing, on catching her breath, on taking a breath.

She looked up, expecting Eddie.

But it was her sister. Dell.


Suddenly, Brett was there, a hand on her arm. “Are you all right?” she asked.

Hallie batted her hand away and leaned heavily against the wall, her breath sharp and quick. “I’m fine!” Her voice sounded rough, even in her own ears.

Dell looked exactly as she had the last time Hallie’d seen her, wearing a dark tailored shirt, jeans with a hole in one knee, and cowboy boots. She was a ghost now and pretty much transparent, but Hallie figured the boots were battered and scuffed because she’d always had a favorite pair that she wore everywhere. Even when she’d dressed up sometimes, like no one would notice the boots if she wore a short black dress and dangly silver earrings. And no one did—because it was Dell and she could carry something like that off, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Hallie scrubbed a hand across her face. Goddamnit, Dell. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, Hallie. I’m sorry.”

Brett said it over and over, like a mantra, her right hand a tight fist in Hallie’s sleeve. In sixth grade after Hallie’s mother died, she and Brett had made a no-hugging-ever pledge. Because no one had talked to Hallie that whole week, or looked her in the eye—just hugged her and handed her casserole dishes wrapped in aluminum foil.

Trust Brett to honor a pact made twelve years ago by eleven-year-olds.

“Brett,” Hallie said, “I—”

“Hallie!” Suddenly someone was hugging her. “Oh god, Hallie! Isn’t it awful?”

Lorie Bixby grabbed her around the neck, hugged her so tight, Hallie thought she might choke. “It can’t be right. I know it’s not right. Oh, Hallie…”

Hallie unwound Lorie’s hands from her neck and raised an eyebrow at Brett, because Lorie hadn’t been particular friends with Brett or Hallie back in school, though they’d done things together, because they lived close—for certain definitions of close—and were the same age. Hallie hadn’t seen her since she’d enlisted.

Brett raised her left shoulder in a half shrug, like she didn’t know why Lorie was there either, though Hallie suspected it was because Brett hadn’t wanted to come alone.

They were at the top of the stairs leading down to the luggage area and the parking lot. To Hallie’s left was a gift shop full of Mount Rushmore mugs and treasure maps to gold in the Black Hills. To her right was a café. It beckoned like a haven, like a brief respite from Afghanistan, from twenty-four hours with no sleep, from home.

But really, there was no respite. This was the new reality.

“Tell me,” Hallie said to Brett.

Brett hadn’t changed one bit since Hallie’d last seen her, hadn’t changed since she’d graduated from high school, except for the look on her face, which was grim and dark. She had perfect straight blond hair—cowgirl hair, Hallie and Dell had called it because all the perfect cowgirls in perfect cowgirl calendars had hair like Brett’s. She was wearing a bone-colored felt cowboy hat, a pearl-snap Western shirt, and Wranglers. “Tell you?” she said, like she had no idea what Hallie was talking about.

“What happened,” Hallie said, the words even and measured, because there were ghosts—Dell’s ghost, specifically—in the middle of the airport, and if she didn’t hold on tight, she was going to explode.

Brett drew a breath, like a sigh. “You should talk to your daddy about it.”

“Look, no one believes it was really suicide.” Lorie leaned toward them like this was why she’d come, to be with people, to talk about what had happened.

“What?” No one had mentioned suicide to her—accident, they’d said. There’s been a terrible accident.

“No one knows what happened yet,” Brett said cautiously, giving Lorie a long look.

“Tell me,” Hallie said, the words like forged nails, iron hard and sharp enough to draw blood.

Brett didn’t look at Hallie, her face obscured by the shadow of her hat. “They say,” she began, like it had all happened somewhere far away to people who weren’t them. “She was out driving over near Seven Mile Creek that night. Or the morning. I don’t know.” Like that was the worst thing—and for Brett, maybe it was—that she didn’t have all the particulars, the whys and wherefores. “She wracked her car up on a tree. There was no one else around. They’re saying suicide. But I don’t— No one believes that,” she added quickly. “They don’t.” As if to convince herself.

“Dell did not commit suicide,” Hallie said.


She walked away. This was not a discussion.

She didn’t look to see if Brett and Lorie were behind her until she was halfway to the luggage carousel.

Five minutes later, they were crammed into Brett’s gray Honda sedan. Hallie felt cramped and small sitting in the passenger seat, crushed under the low roof. Lorie sat in the back, an occasional sniff the only mark of her presence.

Brett turned the key in the ignition, the starter grinding before it caught. Hallie felt cold emanating from Eddie’s and Dell’s ghosts drifting behind her in the backseat. Though Lorie didn’t act as if she could feel them at all.

“She called me,” Brett said as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“What?” Because Dell and Brett hadn’t been friends.

“Yeah, right out of the blue,” Brett said.


“Monday morning. That morning.” Brett swallowed, then continued. “She wanted me to skip classes—I’m working on a master’s in psychology, you know—well, you don’t know, I guess.” It didn’t surprise Hallie. Brett had always wanted to know how things worked, even people. She’d been a steady B student in high school, but she worked until she knew what she wanted to know or got where she wanted to get.

“I’m thinking about University of Chicago for—” Brett stopped, cleared her throat, and continued. “She said she wanted to celebrate.”

“And she called you?”

“Shit, I don’t know, Hallie,” Brett said. “She called, said she wanted to celebrate. Suggested horseback riding up along, well, up along Seven Mile Creek. It was weird.”

“Maybe she didn’t have anyone to ride with anymore.”

“She didn’t have a horse.”

“What?” Because Dell had always been about horses.

“She’d been gone,” Brett said, like they didn’t have horses outside western South Dakota.

“Did you go?”

Brett was silent while she maneuvered through the sparse late-morning traffic and onto the interstate, headed east. They had an hour, hour and a half depending, to get to Taylor County and the ranch. Or to the funeral home in town. Hallie wasn’t looking forward to either one.

“She canceled at the last minute,” Brett finally said. “I’d already brought the horses up, was getting ready to load them in the trailer when she called. She said she’d been mistaken.”


“Yeah … I hadn’t seen her but one night at the Bob since she’d been home. She said she wanted to celebrate, I don’t know, something. And then she canceled.”

Hallie’s hand rapped against the underside of her knee until she realized she was doing it and made herself stop. “Did she say anything?”

“When she canceled?” Brett shook her head. “She just said something came up. But that’s where they found her, Hallie. Up on the Seven Mile.”


Hallie didn’t want to be riding in this car, didn’t want to be listening to any of this. She wanted to move, to … shoot something. Because Dell hadn’t killed herself. She hadn’t. If no one else would say it, Hallie would.


Copyright © 2012 by Deborah Coates

Meet the Author

DEBORAH COATES lives in Ames, Iowa and works for Iowa State University. Her short fiction has appeared in Asimov's and Strange Horizons, as well as Year's Best Fantasy 6, Best Paranormal Romance, and Best American Fantasy.

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Wide Open 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 34 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dark, atmospheric and a bit eerie. One of the best contemporary fantasy stories I came across in a long time.
sandiek More than 1 year ago
Hallie Michaels is home from Afghanistan, but not for a good reason. She has been given ten days compassionate leave to come home to bury her sister, Dell. She arrives home full of grief and straight from the war zone where she was recently involved in a firefight that left her dead for seven minutes. Hallie was brought back to life, but you can't say it didn't affect her. She can now see and feel ghosts, and her combat friend and Dell both go with her everywhere. Hallie doesn't understand anything, it seems. She doesn't understand why or how Dell died, and there seems to be controversy about it at the sheriff's office. Some people are saying that Dell committed suicide and Hallie knows that can't be true. She doesn't understand why there are a series of mysterious fires in the area; fires that seem intentional and focused like arson but are started by lightning. She doesn't understand how a man she dated a few times before entering the military is now the head of a new company that is employing more and more people in the area, but none of the employees can describe exactly what the company does. She can't understand whether she likes or dislikes the new deputy in town, Boyd, who seems a part of it all. Most of all, she can't understand why so many women in the area have gone missing in the last few years while she has been away. Deborah Coates has written a knock-your-socks-off story in this debut novel. It is hard to characterize, as there are elements of feminism, of magic, of life on the ranches and farms of South Dakota. Coates has created one of the strongest heroines imaginable in Hallie, a women who has seen a lot and is not ready to roll over and give in to despair. It has crime and fantasy, all the elements mixed into a glorious tale that grabs the reader by the throat and won't let go. The story builds to a gripping finale, one that leaves the reader gasping. This book is recommended for both mystery and fantasy readers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a well written book. Kept me enthralled the entire read. Very good, well developed characters. I loved it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The premise of this book would make it seem like a perfect summer read. Unfortunately, I can summarize the plot in a sentence: Hallie deals with rage and picks a fight (but gets foiled by her guardian cop stalker/love interest) over and over, then there's some magic. The end. Except Coates took over 600 nook pages. What a waste of time and $3.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Better than i was expecting. Keeps you guessing til the end.
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Interesting premise, fell flat towards the end
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Great unique plot and fun to read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
it was ok; i liked the way the story was going, it was just going too slow for me. but it was interesting
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
From the first page, I could not stop reading. Loved it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a good story line (see other reviews for that), but I found it just a little irritating that her main characters we're unable to express themselves in full sentences. Out with it already! For me it didn't get really interesting until about pg 500 of the 615 pages. Fairly good ending; just desserts and all.
islanderEC More than 1 year ago
Wide Open is an enjoyable, contemporary read that captures your attention. With its' heroine serving in the military, her situation fits right in to the problems serving military personnel face when confronted with a tragic familial situation. Add to that a couple of tag-a-long ghosts, and you have the ingredients for a story that holds your attention from the start to the finish.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Did not want it to end! One of the best books i have read in a long time! Fantastic writing, so descriptive you feel like your right there! Highly reccomend!!!!!!
Mom_2_4_boyz More than 1 year ago
loved it!`
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
TV must have been more boring!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has a little bit of everything. Mystery, drama, romance, suspense, action, supernatural. A small enough dose of everything which kept it entertaining and not overly done. I was a bit skeptical when I read the description, but I listened to the reviews instead and I do not regret it. I loved it. 
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting and novel plot. My only complaint is that Hallie never actually grieves and that is cancer just waiting to get you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a good book. Would have been a great book except for the foul language. Hallie comes home from Afghanistan for the funeral of her sister whose death in am automobile accident is said to be a suicide. Hallie doesn't believe this and begins her investigation into Dell's death. The business Dell worked for is first in line for Hallie's questions. A very unusual story begins to unfold. Hallie's cursing in about every sentence dampens caring for her pain.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Since this book is a Bram Stoker award nominee, I thought the writing would be as good as early Michael Koryta or even early Stephen King. Suffice it to say, it isn't.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Creepy novel but a very good story made me think about it for weeks after I read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book overall. A bit wordy, but the story and its characters kept my interest going and wanting to read to the end. If you can get past the harsh language, you'll enjoy a good read.