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by Kit Whitfield

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“A fascinating and unique tale in an alternate reality where being human is a hindrance. Kit Whitfield has created an astonishing read.”
–Sherrilyn Kenyon, author of the Dark-Hunter series

“Kit Whitfield has created a unique and powerful twist on the werewolf mythos, an eloquent parable about the profound effects of prejudice and


“A fascinating and unique tale in an alternate reality where being human is a hindrance. Kit Whitfield has created an astonishing read.”
–Sherrilyn Kenyon, author of the Dark-Hunter series

“Kit Whitfield has created a unique and powerful twist on the werewolf mythos, an eloquent parable about the profound effects of prejudice and violence on both perpetrator and victim. Benighted will leave you thinking long after you’ve turned the last page.”
–Susan Krinard, author of Touch of the Wolf

It is a world much like our own, with one deadly difference: ninety-nine percent of the population is lycanthropic. When the full moon rises, humans transform into lunes, bloodthirsty beasts who cannot be reasoned with or tamed. Those few born unable to change are disparagingly known as barebacks, and live as victims of prejudice and oppression. All too often, they are targets of savage mauling and death by lunes who break the law to roam free on full-moon nights.

Twenty something bareback Lola Galley is already a veteran of the Department for the Ongoing Regulation of Lycanthropic Activities. When her friend loses a hand to a marauding lune, then is murdered before the attacker is brought to trial, Lola is desperate to see justice prevail. But the truth is seldom simple–and Lola may not like the shocking answers she uncovers.

“An impressive debut, Benighted is a well-written and well-thought-out examination of prejudice as seen through the lens of the werewolf novel.”
–Tananarive Due, author of Joplin’s Ghost

Editorial Reviews

This debut novel sketches out a world of Lunes, lycanthropes transformed by moonlight into bloodthirsty beasts. Searching for anonymity in this threatening realm are "barebacks," the tiny cluster of people for whom the moon holds no lure. In her job as investigator of "lycanthropic activity," 20-something "bareback" Lola Galley has encountered some odd behavior, but this new murder tops it all….
Publishers Weekly
In this impressive werewolf novel with a detective story twist, first-time British author Whitfield imagines a contemporary world whose majority are people who "fur up" at full moon; the scorned minority called barebacks by their wolven, "lycanthropic" peers are permanently clad in their human skin. Whitfield's bareback protagonist, Lola Galley, is a lawyer with DORLA (Department for the Ongoing Regulation of Lycanthropic Activity), an unpopular organization necessary to maintaining order in a civilized world. Lola's full-moon duties include "dogcatching," or chasing down stray "lunes," lycos in vicious, canine form. When a bareback friend loses a hand to the snapping jaws of a lune and then turns up shot dead a few days later it's Lola's job to defend the mauler who becomes a murder suspect. In the process of her investigation, Lola must face her own biases as a minority and unearth the secret behind the divide in her society. A nuanced exploration of prejudice, this deftly written, absorbing debut deserves a crossover literary and fantasy readership. (Sept.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Whitfield lives in London and has a varied life as a publisher, web editor, and masseuse. Her terrific first novel introduces readers to a fantastic world much like our own, except that a majority of the population are lunes, or lycanthropes, who "fur up" during a full moon. The one percent who remain human, "barebacks," are treated as second-class citizens. When a bareback is attacked by a lune and later murdered, Lola Galley, a bareback lawyer for a department that regulates the activities of lycanthropes, seeks justice for her friend. Her quest sends readers on an emotional, social, and historical journey through the trials of discrimination and prejudice. Tackling a major social issue, this thought-provoking novel is recommended for readers who enjoy intelligent, literate fantasy. [Warner Bros. Pictures has obtained the film rights. Ed.] April Davis, Librarian, Chantilly, VA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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By Kit Whitfield

Random House

Kit Whitfield
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ISBN: 0345491637

Chapter One


The story is a simple one. According to Ellaway, his car broke down, he was lost, and was trying to find a shelter when he started furring up. He shouldn't really have failed to find one--there are always government lock-ups within walking distance; you should be able to reach at least one between dusk and moonrise. At least, that's the theory; like most of our theories, it's prettier than the real world. Winos are the biggest problem since they're too drunk to make their way, but this guy's story might be true, manicured nails and all. It happens every month. Then again, it might not. It's not much of a story. And the fact remains that when Johnny tried to round him up, Ellaway bit his hand off at the wrist. Most lunes don't do that. They go for you; of course they do. We've all got scars. There's a deep slash running up the inside of my left forearm from my first dogcatch; a heavy dent in one of my hips from when I was twenty-two; a map of lacerations around my calves--and I'm a good catcher, I get mauled less than most. But breaking bone is something more. Lunes aren't usually savage enough to hurt you that badly before you get them tranked. They all go for you, but they aren't all the same. It depends what kind of person they are. This man has to have something in him to make him capable of mauling my friend.

His face lookslike a college kid's, though I know he's a few years older. A boy who works in the financial district, which means he's paid well, better than I am. He'll be paying me himself on this one, and then I can pay my bills. I study him with some hope, and notice how differently he sits from the pro bono cases I usually get. He's crouched forward, watching me. Maybe he'll have better manners than usual. I light a cigarette, offer him one to be polite. To my surprise, he takes it. Lycos don't usually smoke.

"So," I say, "you realize the charges are serious. Your best hope is in proving that you tried to get to a lock-up but couldn't."

"I did." He says this as if it were obvious. My hopes of a courteous client slip a notch.

I sigh. "I don't suppose you remember the actual crime?"

He gives me a look: I've asked a foolish question and called what he did a crime. "Of course not. I can't even identify the man."

I flip a picture across the desk. "His name is Johnny Marcos. He's got a wife and three kids, and since you took his hand off he's on disability and worried sick about their education. He's a very decent man."

"You know him?" My client looks surprised. "I thought legal advisers weren't meant to take cases where they're personally involved."

Bright boy. "This is DORLA, Mr. Ellaway. We all know each other. There's only a few thousand of us. It's a small world. And since we all do--" I stop myself from saying dogcatching "--full-moon duties sometimes, that could have been any of us. And since you'll get a non-lyco judge, you're going to have to work hard at convincing us it wasn't your fault." I don't mention how well I know Johnny; he doesn't need to know that. Three days before Christmas, and this happened to him.

"Why can't I have a normal court? Any bareback judge is going to be prejudiced against me."

Bareback, well, there we are. He's no better mannered than any of the tramps I usually get. I give my illusion about the gentlemanliness of the monied classes a little kiss and send it on its way. "Like I said, Mr. Ellaway, this is the Department for the Ongoing Regulation of Lycanthropic Activity, and we handle our own affairs." I get out a map of the area. "Now, you say you were around here when your car broke down, yes? And you started walking east. There's two lockups within reach."

He sucks on the cigarette I gave him. "I told you, I don't know the area."

"You should know enough to stick to the main roads. You would have come to a shelter if you had."

He shrugs, and lounges back, his legs asplay. I take out another file. "I've got your record here. Dangerous driving, twice, driving over the legal limit, and possession of narcotic substances. I have to tell you, Mr. Ellaway, it doesn't look good."

"They dropped the narcotics charge." He drops ash on my floor.

"Were you using anything that night?"

"Drugs are illegal." He looks amused at himself.

"How about a little nicotine withdrawal? Cross because you couldn't fit a cigarette in your jaws?"

"Hey, hey." He sits up, waving his hand. "I didn't come here to be accused. I'm your client, you know?"

I run my hands through my hair. "Mr. Ellaway, I'm just trying to tell you the kind of things they'll ask you in court. You've crippled a man for life. If you can prove it wasn't your fault you were out, then you'll get off. And if you can't, then it's negligence, grievous bodily harm, the works, and you are looking at years. Years, Mr. Ellaway. Judges don't take kindly to this sort of thing."

He shrugs again.

The telephone rings. "Excuse me," I say, and pick it up. "Hello?"

"Lola?" It's Josie. She's been working reception ever since she let two lunes get away in one night. "Lo, I got a call from your sister. She says she's gone into labor and could you go to the hospital. She's at St. Veronica's."

My throat jumps a little. "I'll get on it. Thanks, Josie." I turn to Ellaway, who is still dropping ash on my floor. "Mr. Ellaway, I have to go. I'll see you again tomorrow, and I want you to think about what I've said. I need as many details as possible, so remember everything you can. Now, good morning."

"Good morning." His handshake cracks the bones in my knuckles, and he's still sitting in the chair.

"Mr. Ellaway, you can go now."

"Oh. Right. I'll see you tomorrow." He gets up and swings out of the room.

"And could you close the--" He disappears, leaving the door wide open. I express a few opinions under my breath, and go to close it, making myself a promise to bill Ellaway for every possible expense I can think of. I'll bill him for every cup of coffee I drink as long as I'm working for him. I'll get it hand-ground, I'll add cream. The thought cheers me a little.

I call my boss and explain. "Is it all right if I take the day off? I'll work overtime next week."

"A baby." His voice sounds reflective, not that it ever sounds any different. "Well, off you go. You can see if it turns out to be one of ours."

I can't tell if this is a joke, so I laugh just in case. I get my coat and squeeze out of my little office. On the way past reception, a hand comes down on my shoulder.

"Miss Lola May, you save my life." It's Jerry, one of my winos, being herded in by my friend Ally. Jerry smells like a trash can, which means he's fallen off the wagon again. "Wanna thank you frall your good legal advice, Lola May, you're good legal vice lady."

"Hey, Jerry," I say. "What are you doing here?"

"Got stuck out last moonite. Wasn't my fault, tried to shelter, you know always try. Don't mind shelters, quite like them ashually. Can't always find my way, not my fault if I try, Lola May. This guy says I pissed on him when he tried collar me but would I do that? Wouldn't. You know I'm nice guy, Lola May." He rocks back and forth, his eyes wide like a kid's. "Think they'll sue me for cleaning bill, you gotta help me, Lola May. Don't wanna pay cleaning bill. Not mon--not mada--mada money. Tell 'em I wouldn't ever piss on a guy juss doing his job."

I've seen him worse than this: he's pretty bad, but his sense of humor hasn't drowned out yet. He's been able to go out and get drunk again, so he can't have been locked up in the cells all this time. Maybe this won't be too rough. "What's he in for?" I ask Ally, who's standing a little back from his charge.

"Moon loitering. This is the twelfth time, he's not doing well."

"No cleaning bill?" says Jerry, swiveling his head.

"Jerry," I say, "what happened to your AA program?"

"M'wife left me," he says.

"Yeah? Was that before or after you fell off the wagon?"

"Ohh Lola May you gon break my heart. You're hard woman, Lola May."

My feet are starting to itch. "Look, Ally, I'll take this case if you can hold it over till tomorrow, he's one of my regulars."

"Lucky you."

"He's harmless."

"I," Jerry declares, "am a gentleman. Do my best."

"Can you just put it on hold for a day?"

"I think I'll put him in the lock-ups to dry out," Ally says, grinning.

"Don't wanna sleep on straw. Lola May, tell him I don wanta sleep on straw!" Jerry wails as Ally hustles him down the corridor.

I turn to head out, and that's when I see there's a man on the chairs who's been watching the whole exchange. His hair sticks up in tufts, his eyebrows are trained into fierce peaks. He sits with his lips a little apart, baring his teeth. The effect is meant to be vulpine, but it looks more like a bad photograph.

"Excuse me," I say.

The man doesn't take his eyes off me.

"Are you being seen?"

He turns his head aside, slowly, and spits through his teeth onto the floor. Then he looks back at me.

"Fucking skins," he says.

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Fun,but her second novel,in great waters us much better , still a fun read tho
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I really enjoyed this book because the author did not spend too much time on the surroundings. When I read a book, write a story, do not paint me a picture of the surroundings.
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On an alternate Earth almost identical to ours except for one major difference. Ninety-nine percent of the population is lycos who change at the full moon into mindless ravaging beasts. The other one percent is norms that are considered genetic freaks and these ¿barebacks¿ (a racist insult) all work for the Department for the Ongoing Regulation of Lycanthropic Activity (DORLA). Their job is to protect the Lycos from each other or barebacks and represent them if their crimes are so severe they end up in the courts. --- Lila Galley, a norm who works for DORLA, is devastated when her friend and fellow worker Johnny loses his hand to a lycos attack. Later on he is murdered and the person under scrutiny is Mr. Ellaway woo Lola is supposed to defend. On a search for information with her trainee Marty, three werewolves attack Lola and him. They arrest the Lycos for attempted murder. They roughly question the perp Darrel Seligmann who later escapes. One of the people who questioned him is killed with a silver bullet, the same kind of bullet that killed Johnny. Lila elects to stay on the job while those who questioned the perp elect to be relocated until the danger is over. Moving in with her lycos boyfriend, Lila realizes her life is in danger and she could be killed if she doesn¿t find Seligmann soon and figure the link between the trainee and Johnny. --- Kit Whitfield has written a great urban fantasy because of her brilliant world-building skills that create a lycanthropic culture where people who can not change into wolf form are considered freaks. The ¿barebacks¿ work for the Lycos in a realm where there is much prejudice between the two groups. The lycos look down on barebacks who are second class citizens who work for the lycos. The protagonist struggles to accept her place in this world where she is in the abyss of intense prejudice. --- Harriet Klausner