Action-packed police procedural meets dark urban fantasy in a world where cops and wizards are fighting a war over addictive, dangerous, and illegal dirty magic.
Magic is a drug. Careful how you use it.
The last thing patrol cop Kate Prospero expected to find on her nightly rounds was a werewolf covered in the blood of his latest victim. But then, she also didn't expect that shooting him would land her in the crosshairs of the Magic Enforcement Agency, who want to know why she killed their lead snitch.
The MEA keeps dirty magic off the streets, but there's a new blend out there that's as deadly as it is elusive. The more Prospero learns about the investigation, the more she's convinced that earning a spot on their task force is the career break she's been wanting. But getting the assignment proves much easier than solving the case. Especially once the investigation reveals their lead suspect is the man she walked away from ten years earlier-on the same day she swore she'd given up dirty magic for good.
Kate Prospero's about to learn the hard way that crossing a wizard will always get you burned, and that when it comes to magic, you should never say never.
The first book the Prospero's War series from bestselling author Jaye Wells.
About the Author
Raised in Texas, USA Today bestseller Jaye Wells grew up reading everything she could get her hands on. Her penchant for daydreaming was often noted by frustrated teachers. She embarked on a series of random career paths, including stints working for a motivational speaker and at an art museum. Jaye eventually realized that while she loved writing, she found facts boring. So, she left all that behind to indulge her overactive imagination and make stuff up for a living. Besides writing, she enjoys travel, art, history, and researching weird and arcane subjects. She lives in Texas with her saintly husband and devilish son. Find out more about Jaye Wells at www.jayewells.com.
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By Jaye Wells
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It was just another fucked-up night in the Cauldron. Potion junkies huddled in shadowy corners with their ampoules and pipes and needles. The occasional flick of a lighter's flame illuminated their dirty, desperate faces, and the air sizzled with the ozone scent of spent magic.
I considered stopping to harass them. Arrest them for loitering and possession of illegal arcane substances. But they'd just be back on the street in a couple of days or be replaced by other dirty, desperate faces looking to escape the Mundane world.
Besides, these hard cases weren't my real targets. To make a dent, you had to go after the runners and stash boys, the potion cookers—the moneymen. The way I figured, better to hunt the vipers instead of the 'hood rats who craved the bite of their fangs. But for the last couple of weeks, the corner thugs had been laying low, staying off the streets after dark. My instincts were tingling, though, so I kept walking the beat, hoping to find a prize.
Near Canal Street, growls rolled out of a pitch-black alley. I stilled and listened with my hand on my hawthorn-wood nightstick. The sounds were like a feral dog protecting a particularly juicy bone. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and my nostrils twitched from the coppery bite of blood.
Approaching slowly, I removed the flashlight from my belt. The light illuminated about ten feet into the alley's dark throat. On the nearest wall, a graffitied dragon marked the spot as the Sanguinarian Coven's turf. But I already knew the east side of town belonged to the Sangs. That's one of the reasons I'd requested it for patrol. I didn't dare show my face on the Votary Coven's west-side territory.
Something moved in the shadows, just outside of the light's halo. A loud slurping sound. A wet moan.
"Babylon PD!" I called, taking a few cautious steps forward. The stink of blood intensified. "Come out with your hands up!"
The scuttling sound of feet against trash. Another growl, but no response to my order.
Three more steps expanded my field of vision. The light flared on the source of the horrible sounds and the unsettling scents.
A gaunt figure huddled over the prone form of a woman. Wet, stringy hair shielded her face, and every inch of her exposed skin glistened red with blood. My gun was in my hand faster than I could yell, "Freeze!"
Still partially in shadow, the attacker—male, judging from the size—swung around. I had the impression of glinty, yellow eyes and shaggy hair matted with blood.
"Step away with your hands up," I commanded, my voice projected to make it a demand instead of a suggestion.
"Fuck you, bitch," the male barked. And then he bolted.
"Shit!" I ran to the woman and felt for a pulse. I shouldn't have been relieved not to find one, but it meant I was free to pursue the asshole who'd killed her.
My leg muscles burned and my heart raced. Through the radio on my shoulder I called Dispatch.
"Go ahead, Officer Prospero," the dispatcher's voice crackled through the radio.
"Be advised I need an ambulance sent to the alley off Canal and Elm. Interrupted a code twenty-seven. Victim had no pulse. I'm pursuing the perp on foot bearing east on Canal."
"Ambulance is on its way. Backup unit will be there in five minutes. Keep us advised of your twenty."
"Ten-four." I took my finger off the comm button. "Shit, he's fast." I dug in, my air coming out in puffs of vapor in the cool night air.
He was definitely freaking—a strength or speed potion, probably. But that type of magic wouldn't explain why he mauled that woman in the alley—or those yellow predator's eyes. I tucked that away for the moment and focused on keeping up.
The perp loped through the maze of dark alleys and streets as if he knew the Cauldron well. But no one knew it better than I did, and I planned to be right behind him when he finally made a mistake.
As I ran, my lead cuffs clanked heavily against the wood of my nightstick. The rhythm matched the thumping beats of my heart and the air rasping from my lungs. I had a Glock at my side, but when perps are jacked up on potions, they're almost unstoppable with Mundane weaponry unless you deliver a fatal shot. Killing him wasn't my goal—I wanted the notch on my arrest stats.
"Stop or I'll salt you!" I pulled the salt flare from my left side. The best way to incapacitate a hexhead was to use a little of the old sodium chloride.
A loud snarling grunt echoed back over his shoulder. He picked up the pace, but he wasn't running blind. No, he was headed someplace specific.
"Prospero," Dispatch called through the walkie. "Backup is on its way."
"Copy. The vic?"
"Ambulance arrived and confirmed death. ME is on his way to make it official."
I looked around to get my bearings. He veered right on Mercury Street. "The suspect appears to be headed for the Arteries," I spoke into the communicator. "I'm pursuing."
"Copy that, Officer Prospero. Be advised you are required to wait for backup before entering the tunnels." She told me their coordinates.
I cursed under my breath. They were still five blocks away and on foot.
A block or so ahead I could see one of the boarded-up gates that led down into the old subway tunnels. The system had been abandoned fifty years earlier, before the project was anywhere close to completion. Now the tunnels served as a rabbit warren for potion addicts wanting to chase the black dragon in the rat- infested, shit-stench darkness.
In front of the gate, a large wooden sign announced the site as the FUTURE HOME OF THE CAULDRON COMMUNITY CENTER. Under those words was the logo for Volos Real Estate Development, which did nothing to improve my mood.
If Speedy made it through that gate, we'd never find him. The tunnels would swallow him in one gulp. My conscience suddenly sounded a lot like Captain Eldritch in my head: Don't be an idiot, Kate. Wait for backup.
I hadn't run halfway through the Cauldron only to lose the bastard to the darkness. But I knew better than to enter the tunnels alone. The captain had laid down that policy after a rookie ended up as rat food five years earlier. So I wasn't going to follow him there, but I could still slow him down a little. Buy some time for backup to arrive.
The salt flare's thick double barrel was preloaded with two rock-salt shells. A bite from one of those puppies was rarely lethal, but it was enough to dilute the effects of most potions, as well as cause enough pain to convince perps to lie down and play dead. The only catch was, you had to be within twenty feet for the salt to interrupt the magic. The closer, the better if you wanted the bonus of severe skin abrasions.
The runner was maybe fifteen feet from me and a mere ten from the gate that represented his freedom. Time to make the move. I stopped running and took aim.
Exhale. Squeeze. Boom!
Rock salt exploded from the gun in a starburst. Some of the rocks pinged off the gate's boards and metal fittings. The rest embedded in the perp's shirtless back like shrapnel. Small red pockmarks covered the dirty bare skin not covered with tufts of dark hair. He stumbled, but he didn't stay down.
Instead, he leaped up the gate and his hands grasped the top edge. A narrow opening between the gate and the upper concrete stood between him and freedom.
"Shit!" Frustration and indecision made my muscles yearn for action. My only choice was to take him down.
Speedy already had his head and an arm through the opening at the top of the gate. I surged up and grabbed his ankles. Lifted my feet to help gravity do its job. We slammed to the ground and rolled all asses and elbows through the dirt and grass and broken potion vials.
The impact momentarily stunned us both. My arm stung where the glass shards had done their worst, but the pain barely registered through the heady rush of adrenaline.
Speedy exploded off the ground with a growl. I jumped after him, my grip tight on the salt flare. I still had one shell left, not that I expected it to do much good after seeing the first one had barely fazed him. In my other hand, I held a small canister of S&P spray. "BPD! You're under arrest!"
The beast barely looked human. His hair was long and matted in some patches, which alternated with wide swaths of pink scalp—as if he'd been infected with mange. The lower half of his face was covered in a shaggy beard. The pale skin around his yellow eyes and mouth was red and raw. His teeth were crooked and sharp. Too large for his mouth to corral. Hairy shoulders almost touched his ears like a dog with his hackles up.
If he understood my command he didn't show it. That intense yellow gaze focused on my right forearm where a large gash oozed blood. His too-red lips curled back into a snarl.
I aimed the canister of salt-and-pepper spray. The burning mixture of saline and capsicum hit him between the eyes. He blinked, sneezed. Wiped a casual hand across his face. No screaming. No red, watery eyes or swollen mucus glands.
His nostrils flared and he lowered his face to sniff the air closer to me. His yellow eyes stayed focused on my wound. An eager red tongue caressed those sharp teeth in anticipation.
For the first time, actual fear crept like ice tendrils up the back of my neck. What kind of fucked-up potion was this guy on?
I don't remember removing the Glock from my belt. I don't remember pointing it at the perp's snarling face. But I remember shouting, "Stop or I'll shoot!"
One second the world was still except for the pounding of my heart and the cold fear clawing my gut. The next, his wrecking-ball weight punched my body to the ground. My legs flew up and my back crashed into the metal gate. Hot breath escaped my panicked lungs. His body pinned me to the metal bars.
Acrid breath on my face. Body odor and unwashed skin everywhere. An erect penis pressed into my hip. But my attacker wasn't interested in sex. He was aroused by something else altogether—blood. My blood.
The next instant, his teeth clamped over the bleeding wound. Pain blasted up my arm like lightning. Sickening sucking sounds filled the night air. Fear burst like a blinding light in my brain. "Fuck!"
The perp pulled me toward the ground and pinned me. The impact knocked the weapon from my hand, but it only lay a couple feet away. I reached for it with my left hand. But fingers can stretch only so far no matter how much you yearn and curse and pray.
The pain was like needles stabbing my vein. My vision swam. If I didn't stop him soon, I'd pass out. If that happened he'd drag me into those tunnels and no one would see me again.
Fortunately, elbows make excellent motivators. Especially when they're rammed into soft temples. At least they usually are. In this case, my bloodthirsty opponent was too busy feasting on my flesh and blood to react. Finally, in a desperate move, I bucked my hips like a wild thing. He lost contact with my arm just long enough for me to roll a few centimeters closer to my target.
I reared up, grabbed the gun, and pivoted.
The pistol's mouth kissed his cheek a split second before it removed his face.
Backup arrived thirty seconds too late.CHAPTER 2
I limped into the precinct a couple hours later. A huge white bandage glared from my right forearm and a black eye throbbed on my face. My blood-soaked uniform had been confiscated by the team that arrived shortly after my tardy backup to investigate the shooting. They'd also taken my service weapon, salt flare, S&P spray canister, and shoes. Which left me feeling naked despite the blue scrubs I'd been issued by the wizard medics.
After sewing up my arm in the back of an ambulance while I'd answered the shoot team's questions, the wizard had slammed a syringe full of saline and antibiotics into my ass. The shoot team had waited until they'd gotten a good eyeful of my rear bumper before they declared me free to go. I knew better than to believe I wouldn't be hearing from them again. Especially after they'd warned me to stay within Babylon city limits.
I'd just dropped by the precinct to grab my things before heading home. I'd called my neighbor, Baba, from the ambulance to let her know I'd be later than usual. She'd said it was no problem staying late to keep an eye on Danny. Luckily, she'd been too wrapped up in the show she'd been watching to question me about the reason for the overtime. If I were even luckier neither she nor my brother would notice the bandage on my arm when they saw me, but it would take a miracle to miss the black eye.
My feet felt like they were encased in lead boots instead of flip-flops as I made my way toward the locker room. I caught my reflection in the glass of one of the interrogation rooms and cringed. My one good eye looked unnaturally blue next to its swollen purple twin. I'd managed to get all the smears off my face, but my brunette hair was still matted in spots with Speedy's blood. I needed a hot shower and a stiff drink—preferably at the same time. But first—
"Prospero, get your ass in here!" Captain Eldritch yelled from his doorway. The entire squad room went silent as cops paused to gape at the unfolding drama.
With a heavy sigh, I dropped my duffel bag at my desk and performed the walk of shame. My colleagues didn't bother to cover their curious stares and smirks. For the next few hours, this scene would be replayed and analyzed around the watercooler along with the leaked details of the shooting. Cops were worse than housewives when it came to gossip.
"Sit down." Stress lines permanently bracketed Eldritch's mouth. His baldpate glowed dully under the harsh fluorescent lights. The desk hid a paunch that betrayed a lifelong love affair with fried dough, but one would be unwise to mistake his generous midsection for a sign of weakness. He'd maneuvered his way up from patrolman to captain in a criminal justice system rife with political intrigue and bureaucratic red tape. For his efforts, he was rumored to be next in line for chief of the entire BPD. In other words, he was not a man to piss off.
"I won't bother asking if you're all right because I can see you are. Instead, I'll begin by asking what the fuck you thought you were doing?"
He slashed a hand through the air. "Don't bother. You weren't thinking. Not a damned thing. That's the only explanation that makes any sense. Because I know you were trained better than to enter a dangerous confrontation with a hexed-out suspect without backup."
"If I'd waited for backup that bastard would be running free through the Arteries."
"Thanks to you he's not going to be running anywhere ever again."
I leaned forward, my hands up in a pleading gesture. "It was a clean kill, sir." If you could call blowing someone's face off "clean."
He sat back and crossed his arms over his gut. He hit me with his best cop glare—the same one I used on suspects until they broke under the oppressive weight of silence. But I wasn't a criminal—not anymore, anyway—and I knew I'd done the right thing. In fact, if I had to do it over again I would have made the same call.
"Even if I'd waited for backup the outcome would have been the same." I looked right in his eyes. "He was immune to every defensive charm I tried. There was no stopping him without lethal force."
The captain scrubbed a hand over his face and sat up. His chair creaked in protest. "Christ, Prospero. Damned if I wouldn't have done the same thing." I opened my mouth to ask why I was getting the riot act if that was the case, but he held up a hand to stall my arguments. "Be that as it may, since this case involved deadly force, the rules dictate that I put you on suspension pending an investigation of the incident."
My mouth dropped open. "But—"
"There's not a damned thing I can do about it, so don't waste your breath. We got bigger issues to discuss."
I shook my head at him. Forcing a cop to take leave after the use of deadly force was standard procedure, but I wasn't about to sit on the sidelines with a new lethal potion on the streets. Still, the look in his eyes told me arguing would only prolong the suspension.
"The ME identified your perp." The lightning-fast change in topic nearly gave me whiplash.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Kate reminds me of an older version of Beka Cooper (from Tamora Pierce's Beka Cooper trilogy). One that is also more prone to profanity. They both come from the slums, and both joined the justice system to take down crime in the area where they once lived. However, whereas the Beka Cooper trilogy really delves into Beka's character and who she is, Kate feels disconnected from the reader. She spends a lot of time responding to the situation without really letting readers get into her mind. It reflects her take-charge, I-don't-take-any-BS attitude, but at the same time there's lost potential in making her character more complex, as it doesn't really delve into how her past has shaped her into the woman she is today. Still, she is a likable character, and I actually like her habit to spit out profanity like it's no big deal. It reflects the harsh life she's led and is integral to her character. There's also the teenage brother she's bringing up. It's clear that Kate's past clouds her judgment in raising her brother, as she tries to shelter him from their heritage. This is a good chance to develop her family life and show another facet to her character, and the story does to a certain extent. It just feels one-dimensional, more like a script played by good actors than something real and in your face. I also wish that we got to see more of the other characters. The members of the MEA seem really cool, and I feel like they could be very compelling characters, especially Morales and Volos. However, the side cast is fairly one-dimensional in this novel. Hopefully they'll be developed more in the next book. What really makes the story come to life are the heart-pounding action scenes that really immersed me in Kate's world. It's what pulled me into the first pages and really sucked me in the latter parts of the story. It also features a unique world where magic is part talent and part science. It's really interesting and made out to be the it's-part-of-every-day-life no-big-deal that it is through the minimal world building. Those who like writing that introduces enough of the world without getting bogged down in the details will appreciate this. The world is so interesting, however, that I actually would have liked to see more of the magical world that Kate comes from. Still, I can understand the lack of a magical focus because of Kate's aversion to it. Besides, because of the way the plot is moving, it looks like she'll be forced to confront her roots, and I expect magic to play a more prominent role in the future. Overall, this is a promising start to a new series, and I'm looking forward to seeing the world and politics more intricately developed in Cursed Moon, the second installment in the series!
So Descriptive and the story flows just nicely. I feel like I'm watching a movie. Brilliant detail throughout. Absolutely wonderful. Juicy Music
Awesome new world to get lost in! Can't wait to read the next one!
The first book in Wells' new series is an excellent cop procedural/urban fantasy. Kate Prospero is a great character: flawed, ferocious, guilt-ridden over her mother's death, and determinrd to bring down the covens which peddle dirty magic. Her neighbor Baba is a hoot, and the complicated relationship between Kate and John Volos adds real depth to the story. There is no flashy magic here, so readers who love mysteries and police procedurals, but who usually avoid urban fantasies, will probably enjoy it, too. Highly recommended to fans of Seanan McGuire, Devon Monk, and Lisa Shearin. -- lyradora
Dirty Magic is a fabulous start to a brand new series by Jaye Wells. She instantly pulls us into a world where the line betweens right and wrong/clean and dirty magic immediately becomes blurred. Once a practitioner of dirty magic, Kate Prospero is now a cop routing out that very element in society. When a new dirty potion is released, Kate must take on her old “family” and uncover who is behind this magic before horror is unleashed on the city. But the deeper Kate digs the closer to home her enemies will strike. Its a race against the clock and a battle to uncover the bad magic's roots before what Kate holds most dear is destroyed... Dirty Magic is a fast paced, action intense story. Lots of interesting twist and turns with a huge "I didn't see that coming" at the end. There is some romantic tension but is more of a paranormal mystery thriller. I utterly enjoyed this new series. The ending had me clinging to the pages wanting more. I received this copy of Dirty Magic from Orbit Books in exchange for a honest review. This book published January 21, 2014.
I have been hooked from the first book I picked up of Jaye Wells. Love this book.
Not bad i will be reading the next one
First thing I noticed, Jaye's descriptions. Nicely done. Her writing feels to have grown greatly coming into this book. We start into the world with a quick insight to a new potion and what it does to its users. We then take a step back and see Kate Prospero in her life, with family and friends. Her family is a huge thing in Kate's life. She has complicated...issues with some of her family, but her younger brother lives with her. Taking care of Danny and keeping him out of magic, whether clean or dirty, is her goal in life along with helping to clean up the streets as a cop. This is a huge motivator for Kate through out the book. Then come to the team she'll work with. The crew is fun and I enjoy their interactions with Kate. Especially Morales who becomes like a partner on the beat to Kate. He gives Kate a hard time, but it feels as it turns into innocent picking on a friend a the book goes. They do grow closer as the story goes. We have the cool science guy, Mez, who's a wizard and mixes clean potions for the team going into dangerous situations. And Shadi, who I feel we don't see enough of in this book. She's part of the team but does different parts to the same mission. This book felt like it was one that anyone who loves cop shows could read. The story didn't feel high in the magic field that others would be distracted by it. The story feels as though it's more character driven based on Kate and her wants and desires to do or not do things, also her complicated family connections don't help her but make her beliefs stronger in her mind. The magic part of the story is very low key. There is no spells whipping around like Harry Potter. The magic is discrete and in the sense of mixing potions, which are similar to drugs. The making of the potions actually feels more science than magic to me, though there is a moment of magic in making them. The world of drugs and a dangerous city is replaced with the obsession with potions that can make you prettier, faster, to lose weight, to protect you, and much more. But! These potions come at a cost. If you over use them, which we see is very possible as people become addicted to them, you could turn colors like purple, or lose all material possessions with the need for more and end up living on the street. Or, the worst cost to potions, you could lose your life. And we do see this example in the book. The story is well constructed in we see how the characters are lead to where they go. There are strong beliefs that they don't want to deal with, yet by fighting it they are lead to face what they don't want to. Kate has much going on in her personal life with raising her younger brother, it's hard having a teenager. But Kate also has to deal with a prejudice at the police station because she's a female and because she's an adept. There is plenty of action to go with the story after we get through the introduction phase of the book. I was impressed with how well all worked together to create the world of potions and the cop scenarios. Well done. I'll be looking to pick up the next few books when I get money.
For the most part this was very enjoyable. Good characters and the plot held together.
I am more than eager to move on to book 2 in this series. Well plotted, well developed and kept me reading till the end..
Wells takes contemporary fantasy in a new direction, combining the grit of crime fiction with a nuanced and thoughtful speculative setting where War on Magic replaces the war on drugs, and sets the stage of Babylon, Ohio, a rust belt town plagued by Dirty Magic. The lead, Kate Prospero, is compelling, admirable, and flawed, trying to raise her teenage brother while making the streets safer, when she's brought into a Magical Enforcement Agency (MEA) task-force focusing on The Cauldron, a hotbed of dirty magic crime. If you try out one new paranormal crime series this year, make it Prospero's War, starting with Dirty Magic.
If you're a fan of Kat Richardson's Graywalker series and love a kickass character like Harper Blaine. If you love the magical world of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, then you will love Dirty Magic by bestselling fantasy author Jaye Wells! This is the first in a new series and a book you will find hard to put down. Kate Prospero is a patrol cop in Babylon who must walk a fine line between her old life - creating dirty potions, and her new life - stopping those who would put them on the street. Kate is a complicated character, which I love - snarky and powerful, who struggles to make ends meet, raise her teenage brother, keep him from delving into the life she gave up, create a better life for the two of them by joining a special investigative unit, and fight her attraction to an old love that could pull her back to the life, and a talent, she put behind her. Dirty Magic is a fast-paced roller coaster ride. A must read filled with interesting and unusual characters and a storyline that has you counting the days until book two is released.