Dark Currents: Agent of Hel

Dark Currents: Agent of Hel

by Jacqueline Carey


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“Jacqueline Carey proves her versatility with this compelling and delightful piece of urban fantasy.”—#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Charlaine Harris

The Midwestern resort town of Pemkowet boasts a diverse population: eccentric locals, wealthy summer people, and tourists by the busload—not to mention fairies, sprites, vampires, naiads, ogres, and a whole host of eldritch folk, presided over by Hel, a reclusive Norse goddess.  
To Daisy Johanssen, fathered by an incubus and raised by a single mother, it’s home. And as Hel’s enforcer and the designated liaison to the Pemkowet Police Department, it’s up to her to ensure relations between the mundane and eldritch communities run smoothly.
But when a young man from a nearby college drowns—and signs point to eldritch involvement—the town’s booming paranormal tourism trade is at stake. Teamed up with her childhood crush, Officer Cody Fairfax, a sexy werewolf on the down-low, Daisy must solve the crime—and keep a tight rein on the darker side of her nature. For if she’s ever tempted to invoke her demonic birthright, it could accidentally unleash nothing less than Armageddon.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451464781
Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
Publication date: 10/02/2012
Series: Agent of Hel Series , #1
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.12(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Jacqueline Carey is the author of the critically acclaimed Kushiel’s Legacy series of historical fantasy novels, the Sundering epic fantasy duology, the postmodern fables Santa Olivia and Saints Astray, and the Agent of Hel series. Jacqueline enjoys doing research on a wide variety of arcane topics, and an affinity for travel has taken her from Finland to China. She currently lives in west Michigan. Although often asked by inquiring fans, she does not, in fact, have any tattoos.

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It was an idyllic summer evening in Pemkowet the night the Vanderhei kid died. No one could have guessed that the town was hovering on the brink of tragedy. Well, I suppose that”s not technically true. The Sphinx might have known, and the Norns, too, come to think of it. But if they did, they kept it to themselves.

There”s some sort of Soothsayers” Code that prevents soothsayers from soothsaying on a day-to-day basis, when it might, you know, avert this kind of ordinary, everyday tragedy. Something about the laws of causality being broken and the order of creation overturned, resulting in a world run amok, rivers running backward, the sun rising in the west, cats and dogs getting married. . . .

I don”t know; don”t ask me.

I don”t pretend to understand, especially since it wasn”t an ordinary, everyday tragedy after all. But I guess it didn”t rise to the standard required to break the Soothsayers” Code, since no sooth was said.

Anyway, I”m getting ahead of myself.

So, it was an idyllic evening in Pemkowet, the little resort town I call home. A mid-July Michigan evening, soft and warm, not too muggy, one of those evenings when the sunlight promises to linger forever.

It was a Sunday, and I had plans to meet my best friend, Jen Cassopolis, for Music in the Gazebo. Los Gatos del Sol, a Tex-Mex band, were playing. They say music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, and in my experience, it”s true. Also, I”d seen the promo poster, and the guys in the band were pretty cute.

Hey, it doesn”t hurt.

Mogwai didn”t come when I called him, but he was a cat of independent means and he”d been pissed at me since I”d given in to pleas from my friends in animal rescue and had him neutered. I”d hated to do it, since he wasn”t really my cat so much as a streetwise buddy who dropped by on a regular basis, but there were an awful lot of feral Moglets running around town. I filled his bowl on the back porch and made sure the torn screen that served as a cat door was ajar.

It wasn”t the most secure arrangement, but I didn”t worry too much. For one thing, my apartment was on the second story above Mrs. Browne”s Olde World Bakery. Mogwai”s route to the screened porch involved a series of feline acrobatics, Dumpster to fence to porch, that I doubted many humans could duplicate.

As for nonhumans . . . well. Those who were my friends, I trusted. As far as I knew, those who weren”t didn”t want much of anything to do with me.

I slung my folding chair in the carrying case over my shoulder, locked the apartment behind me, and headed down the stairs into the alley alongside the park. In front of the bakery, there was a line of tourists spilling out the door and down the sidewalk. There always was at this time of year. Most locals would avoid the place until after Labor Day.

It was quiet in the rear of the bakery. That was where the magic happened, but it happened in the wee hours of the night, after the bars had closed and the last tourist had staggered home, before the sun rose.

Cutting through the park, I headed for the river, dodging meandering families pushing strollers, small children clutching ice-cream cones that melted and dripped down their chubby hands.

It could be a pain if you were in a hurry, but I wasn”t, so it made me smile. I still remembered my first ice-cream cone. It was Blue Moon, a single scoop in a kiddie cone. If you”ve never had it, I can”t even begin to describe it.

Truth is, for all its quirks and flaws, I love this town. I wasn”t born here, but I was conceived here. And when my mom returned here four years later, a desperate young single mother with a half-human child who couldn”t manage to fit into the mundane world outside, Pemkowet took us in.

Twenty years later, I”m still glad to be here.

My feeling of benevolent well-being persisted the entire two blocks it took to reach the gazebo. The gazebo was perched in a smaller park alongside the river. It was a fanciful structure of white gingerbread wicker strung with white Christmas lights, dim in the still-bright daylight. The band was setting up, and a good-size crowd had already gathered, locals and tourists alike. The river sparkled in the sunlight. It had its own unique smell, dank and green and a little fishy, yet somehow appealing.

The hand-cranked chain ferry, its curlicued canopy also painted white, was making its way across the river, the big chain rattling as a pair of small boys hauled furiously at the crank, their efforts encouraged by the amused operator in the best Tom Sawyer tradition. I”d begged for a chance to turn the crank when I was a kid, too. Beside the ferry landing, a massive weeping willow trailed an abundance of graceful branches into the water. Beneath its green shadow, tourists fed popcorn to the ducks, the adults hoping for a glimpse of something more eldritch and exotic, the children delighted to settle for greedy mallards.

Life was good.

A vast affection filled me, making me feel warm and buoyant. I held on to the feeling, willing it to last.

It didn”t.

The moment I caught sight of Jen, it fled, leaving me feeling as shriveled as a pricked balloon. Envy rushed in to fill the empty space it left behind.

I”m okay with being cute, honest. I shouldn”t complain. I recognize the fact that there”s a certain irony in it. On a good day, I can aspire to pretty.

Jen”s pretty on an ordinary day, and on a good day, she can aspire to gorgeous. She”s got that perfect Mediterranean coloring, with dark hair and olive skin, and she”s one of those girls who always looks sort of glossy. When we were both teenagers, my mom said she looked like Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. I”d never heard of the movie, which shocked Mom, so she rented it from the library and we watched it together. We watched a lot of TV and videos together, Mom and I. Turns out it was a pretty good movie, and she was right.


Jen was having a good day, in part because the light was hitting her just so, and in part because she was flirting with a guy who obviously found her attractive, mirroring it right back at him. A guy I knew.

Oh, crap.

In a small town, practically everyone knows one another. When you combine the entire population of Pemkowet, East Pemkowet, and the outlying township, it”s only about three thousand people. Between the tourists, the cottagers, and the boat owners, that triples during the summer, but they don”t count in the same way people you went to high school with do.

I not only went to high school with Cody Fairfax, I worked with him at the Pemkowet Police Department, where he was the youngest patrol officer on the force and I was a part-time file clerk. Or at least that”s what I”d started out as. I did a lot more behind the scenes, but that was mostly between me and the chief.

Unfortunately for me, I had a whopper of an unrequited crush on Cody Fairfax, who was currently lounging on a blanket at my best friend”s feet, propped on his elbows, legs crossed at the ankles. Unfortunately for him, I also knew exactly what kind of closet case he was. When it came to women, he had a reputation for being a player that he”d earned fair and square, but there was a reason behind it, and it wasn”t fear of commitment.

Cody was afraid of being found out.

Envy and anger, two of the Seven Deadlies. I could feel them coiling deliciously in my gut, wanting to rise and consume me. I had to be careful with that sort of thing, especially anger. When I lost control of my temper, things . . . happened. With an effort, I made myself envision the emotions as a glass filled with roiling liquid, and imagined myself emptying it slowly on the ground.

Bit by bit, my mood eased.

While the band tuned their instruments, I picked my way through the throng, unpacked my folding chair, and plunked it beside Jen”s.

She glanced over at me. “Hey, Daise! It”s about time.”

I made myself smile in response. “Yeah, sorry. I was hoping Mogwai had forgiven me.”

Jen laughed. “After you had him snipped? Not likely.”

Cody acknowledged me with a studied casualness. “Good evening, Miss Daisy Jo.”

“Officer Fairfax.” I shot him a covert glare. He raised one eyebrow in response.

Members of the eldritch always recognize one another, and we can usually identify one another by nature or species in time. Cody knew perfectly well that I knew what he was. After all, in some circles in Pemkowet, it was common knowledge. But the soothsayers aren”t the only ones with a code. There”s a code of honor in the eldritch community, too. You don”t out one another. Everyone in town knew about me because the story had gotten around when I was conceived, even before Mom and I moved back here. It was different with the Fairfaxes. And I wouldn”t out Cody for spite or any other petty reason. I”d catch some serious flak if I did, and his reclusive clan was rumored to be pretty dangerous, too. But that didn”t mean I was about to let him work his wiles on Jen. She”d had a hard enough life.

I just wished he weren”t so damn good-looking and that I didn”t have a crush on him.

I couldn”t help it. For me, it went back to the fourth grade. Cody was in the seventh grade, and we rode the school bus together: me to the mobile home community alongside the river out in the marshy sticks where Mom rented the double-wide she owns now, him to his clan”s place out in the county woods.

There were bullies on the bus, and if I wasn”t exactly afraid of them, I was afraid of the reaction they might elicit from me. They had heard the rumors. They made it a point to pick on me.

Cody made them quit.

It was as simple as that, and I”d been infatuated with him ever since. Even through his transformation from a promising young JV basketball star to a semidropout loser and alleged stoner, through his myriad high-school-and-after conquests, none of which ever lasted longer than a month or two, and through his surprising rebirth as an officer of the law.

Once, he had protected me.

It was enough.

“Ladies, I should be going.” Uncrossing his legs and hoisting himself from propped elbows, Cody rose to his feet. He did it in one effortless movement, the kind you might expect of someone who had been a JV basketball star. Or, say, a feral someone who occasionally howled at the moon and turned into something wild, untamed, and bloodthirsty, possibly quite furry. “I”m on duty tonight.”

I glanced surreptitiously at the sky, where a crescent moon hung pale in the fading cerulean. The chief and I had never discussed it, but I was pretty sure he scheduled Cody for patrol duty very, very carefully.

“Call me?” Jen asked hopefully.

Cody”s gaze slide sideways toward me. He had light brown eyes speckled with gold, a distinctive topaz color. There was a hint of phosphorescent green behind them that only I could see. “We”ll see.”

He left, and the locals in attendance retrieved various prohibited adult beverages they”d hidden from his view.

“Jeez!” Jen muttered under her breath. “Call or don”t call, but you don”t have to be a jerk about it.” She paused. “Do you think he”ll call?”

I shrugged. “I guess we”ll see.”

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“Jacqueline Carey proves her versatility with this compelling and delightful piece of urban fantasy.”—#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Charlaine Harris
“Carey’s first urban fantasy turn is as fun and fantastic as her previous efforts; fans will definitely want this, and pronto.”—Library Journal (Starred Review)
“Beautifully articulated and intriguingly populated: altogether, an arresting kickoff.”—Kirkus Reviews

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Dark Currents: Agent of Hel 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 43 reviews.
DARKFAN More than 1 year ago
As with most people, my time is at a premium. But, I felt I had to take the time to spread the word on Jacqueline Carey's "Dark Currents". When I hear of a new Urban Fantasy series, I will admit, I cringe. Most often, what you get is a Paranormal Romance where the main character is, quite suddenly and without prior experience, able to make a Navy Seal run in the other direction or a book where there are no surprises and you can lay out the plot for the rest of the book after reading the first three chapters. What you get with Carey's new offering is a character who falls down alot, but you will find yourself cheering for each time she gets back up and a plot that will keep surprising you even as it draws you into her world. This is best first book of a new series that I have come across in quite a long time. It will be well worth you time. Can't wait for the next one.
Lyn13 More than 1 year ago
I have read all of Jacqueline Carey's books and expected nothing short of another excellent and exciting read. What a remarkable writer Ms. Carey is and will continue to be. This book is different that the former books written in my mind but still unique in the type of books I read. Can't wait until another Jacqueline Carey novel is ready.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very different from her Kushiel books, but so good. She created this world that is so different from any other and I'm starving for more. Maybe the lead vixen can get some action next go round..
LITERALADDICTION_MLO More than 1 year ago
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Guest Reviewer - Tanya C: Dark Currents by Jacqueline Carey is the first book in her new series Agent of Hel and it quickly became one of my favorite books of 2012. Each character played an important part in the overall story but Daisy, the main female character was by far my favorite because she kept things from getting too serious with her sense of humor. The main male character Cody evened things out with his alpha male personality. I loved the relationship between Daisy and her mother because it was so easy going and they almost seemed to be more like best friends instead of mother and daughter. This book has almost any paranormal/supernatural being you can think of which is just one of the reasons I found it to be such an enjoyable book. Most books of this genre focus on one paranormal/supernatural being but Jacqueline Carey has given us an incredibly well written book with these amazing characters you can't help to like. Another thing that I thought was great was the fact that the story focused on the case instead of a potential romance. I found that to be refreshing and very different. The pace of Dark Currents was just right and Jacqueline Carey made sure that the mystery lasted throughout the entire story. LITERAL ADDICTION's Guest Reviewer gives Dark Currents 5 Skulls.
ToManyBooksNotEnoughTime More than 1 year ago
Let me begin by stating that aim a HUGE fan of Ms. Carey's Kushiel's Legacy series, as well as Santa Olivia (the sequel of which, "Saints Astray," I've yet to read), and I began to read from The Sundering series but got distracted and need to get back once I can separate the disraction from the books. . . So this shows that while I'm rabid about some of the author's work (most), a few don't seem to grab me the same way. I almost cried for joy upon learning that I was one of the lucky winners of the "Dark Currents" ARC giveaway here at Goodreads. I'd been so excited to see the book listed that I went online in an attempt to buy it (as often times giveaway books are already for sale, or available online), only to discover that it really was an ARC. So on to the meat of the review. If you've read any of my other reviews you'll know that I try to avoid giving a summary of the book. Read the back or inside jacket for the teaser synopsis - this is not filling that role. My initial reaction to the first thirty pages or so was one of disappointment. It wasn't that I was not enjoying the material, I just wasn't as awed by the characters and storyline as I'd hoped to be. I'll admit to harboring unrealistically high expectations. This book reads more like "Santa Olivia" than "Kushiel's Dart," and that is what had me feeling let down (not that "Santa Olivia" isn't good, it just isn't "Kushiel's Dart" good). But as the book progressed, so to did the characters. And I found myself feeling more interested in them and in the plot as it began to unfold in myriad ways. I did notice that the main character, Daisy, has a sexual freedom (at least mentally) such as you would find in almost any of the characters from the Kushiel's Legacy series - in particular the first trilogy in that series. However please don't think that this book is filled with sex scenes, as it isn't. At all. All I meant is that Daisy has a running attraction to a solid half the beings she meets, not that she acts on those attractions. While the characters grow on you, the book just doesn't feel as original to me as the Kushiel's Legacy books. It is well written, and I only found one glaring typo (in an ARC copy), but lacks that completely unique aspect that the Kushiel's story has. Again not to say that "Dark Currents" doesn't have a distinct personality of its own, just that it is more similar to other books I have been reading of late than dissimilar. Once the story gets going there is a nice, steady pace throughout, and enough forward action to allow for some interesting introspection by Daisy, who still has a great deal to learn about herself - on several levels. She is a relatable character, and someone that I envision as a friend. Her story, as well as those of numerous other characters, drive the plot nicely. And all this combined left me wanting more, as there is plenty ahead for Daisy and her reader friends to learn, together. And hopefully Daisy is as excited about that as I am! Definitely looking forward to the next installment in this series, and wilting at the thought of having so long to wait to find out what is going to happen next!!! A "goodread" all around!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this story.
RaveninNC More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the book, but was always attempting to reconcile this books writing with other works by this author. This is more of a young adult book in my mind and if you are looking for a work similar to the Kushiel series or the Saint's series, you might be disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again JC ruins me on other authors! Each time I read another one of her fabulous books, I spend weeks afterward unable to engage in another book, and this one is no different. While unlike the Kushiel series, it still contains all the elements I count on from her writing. Wonderful character development, amazing command of language, well paced story....all present in this latest offering. Buy it....you won't be sorry!
Sr_rp More than 1 year ago
I picked up Carey's other series, the Kussel's Dart ones, and I could not get into them. Simply couldn't but I thought I would give this one a try and it is completely different! I started with the sample and I love this one! There are so many dimensions to these characters and I love the idea of it. A great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Okay story. Okay characters. Just okay. Finished it. Doubt if I will read any subsequent books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this author, truly. I got this book because I love her style. This book is not her best. It's not a bad story. It was interesting enough to read from start to finish, but it was predictable and and a bit simplistic. I honestly feel that this book was written because of the popularity of Twilight style stories.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
one of my favorite authors. the only author who's love triangles or squares do not make me want to scream. strong honest heroines. imperfect lovable heroes. mystery, magic, love, friendship, she tells great stories.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ms. Carey has written an excellent story. You savor the characters, the storyline holds you fast to keep reading.
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This is a great start to a new (to me) series. Well written with an original heroine and a story that had me hooked instantly. Excited to see if the next one is as good as this one.
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Banethiel More than 1 year ago
This series is easily one of my favorite series of all time.  The story, characters and the manner in which Ms. Carey works them continuously makes me giddy every time I see another of the series coming out.  I am eagerly awaiting the next installment.
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