When the half-demon Carter approaches Menolly and her sisters desperately asking for their help, they think he's just had a tiff with Shimmer, his blue dragon girlfriend.
But after talking to Alex Radcliffe, the owner of the Fly By Night Magical Investigations Agency where Shimmer works, they suspect that she has been kidnapped by an old enemy of Alex's.
Now, Alex must join forces with the D'Artigo sisters in a desperate race to find Shimmer before Julian, a powerful vampire from Alex's past with a grudge to settle, can use the dragon to wreak havoc on Seattle as revenge.
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New York Times bestselling author Yasmine Galenorn writes urban fantasy, mystery, and metaphysical nonfiction, including the New York Times bestselling Otherworld series. A graduate of Evergreen State College, she majored in theater and creative writing. Yasmine has been in the Craft for more than thirty years and is a shamanic witch. She describes her life as a blend of teacups and tattoos, and lives in the Seattle area with her husband, Samwise, and their cats.
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Several Months Earlier, in the Dragon Reaches
When they brought Shimmer before the Wing Liege, she had no clue what was going to happen to her. Stealing could be a capital offense, punishable by death.
She’d always been careful. She had always managed to escape before they caught up with her. But this time, there had been a simple miscalculation and bingo . . . here she was, in a cell made of the strongest metals that existed. Metal bars even a dragon couldn’t break.
With a sigh, she stared out the tiny window in the stone wall. The water seemed so far away right now, and she hung her head, missing the salt air and the feel of the wind on her face. Why had she been so stupid? It wasn’t like she’d taken anything all that valuable. And she hadn’t stolen anything sentimental. White dragons weren’t given to sentiment, anyway. No, she had broken into the Greanfyr family dreyerie on a dare. She’d done it because . . . well, that’s who she was. A misfit, an orphan, an outcast. There was no place in society for her, and so she had created her own niche, and that included seeing how far she could bend the rules. But now, everything was shot to hell.
To her surprise, at the trial the Wing Liege hadn’t been quite as terrifying as she thought he would be. In fact, Lord Vine had spoken gently to her. He gazed into her eyes, and for a moment, she thought she caught a glimpse of empathy. The sentence had been handed down—an odd punishment but it had been at his urging. After the council adjourned, it was over and he led her back to her cell.
He paused as she sat down at the marble table near her bunk. “Shimmer . . . you’ll be okay, you know.”
She glanced up at him, and for the first time, her walls came down.
“I’m scared.” She hated admitting anything like that, but it was the truth and now there was nothing to be gained by lying. She had put up a good front—she’d learned early how to bluff her way through difficult situations—but now the chips were down and she tossed her cards on the table. “I miss the ocean. I miss the water.”
“You’ll be near the ocean where we’re sending you. And I promise you, Alex . . . well, he’s interesting. He takes a little bit of getting used to, but I vouch for him. He’s an old friend of mine. He’ll keep an eye on you.” The Wing Liege’s manner might be formal, but his words held real warmth. “Shimmer, you had a rough start in life. There’s no denying that. That’s why the Council is giving you a second chance.”
“Second chance? I never had a chance from the start.” She smiled.
“Well, consider this your chance then—a chance to redeem yourself.”
He still didn’t undertand. Born out of the caste system, she’d been persona non grata since the beginning. Her “second chance” amounted to being carted off. The sentence could have been far more severe but it still amounted to exile. “Out of sight, out of mind, right? Call the punishment what it is, Lord Vine. Banishment. The Dragon Reaches is my home . . . even if I don’t have a clan or caste to stand by me. Now, you’re taking that away from me.” She walked over to peek out the window, but all she could see through the barred opening were cloudy skies.
The Wing Liege pushed himself to his feet with a sigh. “Shimmer, face facts, girl. If you stay here, Greanfyr will hunt you down and destroy you. You know what the Whites are like . . . they’re vicious, greedy dragons. You stole from one of the highest families in their caste. I’m sending you away for your own safety. And maybe, maybe you’ll figure out what you want to do with your life while you’re gone.”
“What choices do I have? I have no caste, Lord Vine, due to my birth.”
“If you make it through these five years, you’ll be granted the caste of your peers, Shimmer. That was part of my bargaining with the Elder Council. But you must go. This is the only way to keep you safe until what you did blows over.”
He headed toward the door, pausing before he exited. “You’ll be fine. Earthside has its charms, though you’ll have a lot to learn about the customs. But there are other dragons there, including Lord Iampaatar. You’ll get along, and if you’re in trouble, you can go to him. He and his wife Camille will help—they’re philanthropists of a sort. And five years from now, if you’ve behaved yourself, you can return and we’ll restore your full powers and give you a place in society.”
Before she could say a word, he was gone. And the future stretched in front of her like a terrifyingly blank canvas. Shimmer hugged herself, rocking gently. She’d really screwed it up this time. How was she going to wait out five years among a bunch of humans and Supes? How would she ever manage to work with a vampire? So many questions weighed on her mind.
“Well, at least I’m still alive. Which means, unfortunately,” she whispered to herself, “I’m going to have the time to find the answers.” But it was going to be a lonely five years, she had the feeling. Very lonely.
“I want you to find out who’s behind these deaths.” Roman didn’t look happy. “I’d send in my spies but they’re too well known among the vampire community.”
I stared at him. He was the son of Blood Wyne, the Queen of the Crimson Veil. As Roman’s official consort, I had to obey him, unless I could figure out how to cajole or argue my way out of the situation. That didn’t mean I had to be happy about it, though.
“I already have more on my plate than I can deal with, what with the destruction going down in Otherworld, and the worries about the demonic war over here Earthside. You know I’m swamped.”
Tracking down rogue vampires who were killing innocent people was the last thing I wanted to do right now. Last time it had happened, I’d been on the receiving end of a hand grenade wielded by a freakshow vampire serial killer with identity issues. He’d been a priest before he’d been turned, and the combo of being a holy man and being turned into a rampaging monster had slammed his brain way out in left field.
“I know. But I need you to do this.” He stroked my hand. “If they think I’m on their trail, they may go underground and then who knows where they’ll go or who they’ll hurt next.”
“You aren’t going to let me off the hook, are you?” I toyed with the bottle of blood sitting on the table.
“I wouldn’t ask this of you, Menolly, but there will be more deaths if we don’t put a stop to these rogue vamps.”
His hair hung in a smooth ponytail to mid-back, chocolate brown, and he was muscled, but trim. Roman was also one of the oldest vampires I had met, and he was ruthless when crossed.
Caving, I finally agreed. “Fine. I’ll have a look around the area, and see what I can find out. And I’ll ask Carter if he’s heard anything through the grapevine.” As I stood, Roman slipped his fingers around my wrist. His touch was gentle, but firm. He could bring me to my knees with one word, but he chose not to.
“You don’t have to leave just yet, do you?” His voice was seductive and it would have been easy to let myself fall into the energy, to race through the woods with him, throw him down in the wild weather that was brewing and ride him hard and long. My mouth watered, hungering for the taste of his blood on my tongue, but I reined myself in. Nerissa, my wife, was waiting for me at home, along with my sisters. I might as well get this show on the road.
“Rain check, please. But definitely, hold that thought for later.” I brushed his cheek with a kiss, trailing my lips across his, then slipped away before he could tell me he loved me. I was trying to break him of that habit, and so far, wasn’t having much luck. But he knew full well that my heart belonged to Nerissa. Playtime with the boys was all well and good—and we weren’t exclusive when it came to men. But one woman, and one woman only, owned the key to my heart.
I put in a call to my sisters, Delilah and Camille, as I made my way to my Ford Mustang. The car was brand new and I still felt like I was betraying my Jag when I was driving it. But the Jag had been trashed by a would-be assassin.
“Meet me over at Severance Park. Roman’s guards took down a couple newly minted vampires there last night. He asked me to check into it and figure out what went down, and who sired them. And once we find that out, we’re supposed to put a stop to them.”
“Oh, jeez. That’s all? Okay, we’re on the way.” Camille hung up.
As I pulled out of the driveway leading to Roman’s estate, I wondered just what kind of a mess we were getting into this time.
Severance Park was, as luck would have it, smack in the middle of the Greenbelt Park District, or as we’d taken to calling it—Spooksville Central. The most haunted area in Seattle, it was filled with faded memories of unhappy events, and angry spirits who would not rest. We knew this because we had fought too many of them.
Trouble was, a vampire on a killing spree wasn’t a ghost. Vampires were corporeal. And vampires weren’t tied to an area—get bored? Easy enough to move to another part of the city. But the fact that the bodies had both been found, and then had risen, in this district, meant that it was the best place for us to start.
The streets in the neighborhood were dimly lit and poorly populated, the buildings weathered and run-down. Why the city didn’t start an urban renovation project here confounded me, but when I thought about it some more, the answer was easy: money. Every city had its budget problems and Seattle was no exception. It was hard enough to come up with funding for the cops and firefighters, let alone street repair and upkeep of the more popular areas. Renovating a dilapidated and mostly deserted neighborhood? Not high on the to-do list.
As I pulled alongside the curb—parking here was easy to find—I felt an uneasy shift in the air. I glanced over at the building across from the park. Something was wrong.
Slipping out of the car, I locked it behind me. I wasn’t worried about anybody hurting me so much—I was a vampire, after all—but my new car? Nobody was going to lay a hand on it and get away without a beating. And the first rule of car thieves: Look for vehicles that were unlocked.
Debating on whether I should wait for Camille and Delilah, I ticked off what I knew.
First: several bodies had been reported in the area but when the cops showed up, they had vanished. Which meant either the killer returned for them or they’d been killed by a vampire and risen between the time of the report and the time the police arrived.
Second: The night before, Roman’s guards had discovered two newly minted vampires in Severance Park. They were freshly risen, which meant they’d been killed not long before and left to fend for themselves by their sire.
Third: A number of vampires could—and would—listen to reason when they first rose, but not all were in their right mind. Some were so manic, so eager to feed, that nothing in the world could get through to them. Some were set to hunt by their sires. I’d been like that, until Camille tricked me into the safe room back in our home in Otherworld, and summoned help.
Fourth: These vamps hadn’t been tractable and had to be staked. They’d attacked, and the guards defended themselves, turning them to dust. There was nothing left to examine, because all their clothes and effects had gone up in the sudden incineration as well.
Which left us with no clue as to why this was going on. The only thing we had were the guards’ descriptions, which we would run by Chase, the chief of the Faerie-Human Crime Scene Investigations Unit, to see if they fit the profile of any missing persons. But the odds weren’t great on discovering who the victims had been.
I shivered. The energy of the area was volatile. And the fact that I could feel it, meant it was strong. I didn’t work with magic, I didn’t have that otherworldly ability to sense energy. When Camille got here, maybe she could make heads or tails out of what was going on. She was a witch, and she could perceive things that neither Delilah nor I could. Closing my eyes, I tried to suss out what exactly it was that I was feeling.
The air was damp and chill, and rain was headed in off the inlet. We were due for a nasty storm and it wasn’t far away. But there was something else—a sense of unease, of disruption just beneath the surface. Demonkin? Maybe. We were embroiled in a demonic war, and sooner or later, Shadow Wing would be sending a new demon general Earthside to harass us.
As I waited, the wind picked up and a scream echoed from the deserted brick walk-up across the street. I hesitated. The building was abandoned. There shouldn’t be anybody there, and there were ghosts in the area. Ghosts that could send sharp objects through the air to impale me. Been there, done that. Didn’t welcome a repeat.
But what if it wasn’t a ghost? What if a woman was in there and she was in trouble? My mind made up, I raced across the street, my feet barely touching the ground.
The building’s front door was boarded over but one of the lower windows was broken. The iron bars were bent, telling me that somebody—or some thing—had made it into the building. I climbed through the broken glass, smashing a couple of jagged edges to get them out of the way. The remnants of the pane shattered and I pulled my jacket sleeve over my hand to brush away the glass. It wouldn’t really hurt me but might as well not take any chances.
Putting my foot on the windowsill, I levered myself up and over, cautiously jumping through to land inside the room. My boots scrunched on the broken glass as I hit the floor, and I quickly crouched down, just in case anything might have noticed me. After a moment, the silence of the room echoed around me and I slowly rose up as my eyes adjusted.
The room was dark, and even with my eyesight being what it was—vampires could see better in the dark than just about any other creature—it was hard to make out how big the chamber I was in, or what else might be lurking in the shadows.
I cautiously moved forward, feeling my way through the darkness. I had a miniature flashlight on my keychain, but if I used it, then I would alert anything or anybody else in the area. As I skirted the room, edging to my right, I began to see nuances in the darkness—dim light from the streetlamps outside filtered through some of the barricaded windows. A table here, a chair there . . . what appeared to be the remains of a broken-down sofa that smelled terribly musty but wasn’t infested by mold yet. Apparently, there weren’t any leaks, though with the window I’d broken, that could easily change.
I still didn’t have a handle on what this place had been until I nudged into a sign leaning against a desk of some sort. Frustrated with the slow going, wondering where the scream had come from, I finally flicked on my flashlight.
ROSELLE’S DAY LABOR. So this office had been a temporary employment agency. While the light was on, I flashed the beam around the rest of the room for a quick look. Nothing in particular stood out.
As I was trying to get my bearings, another scream echoed in the building, this time from higher up. I could hear it through the ceiling, and this time I could smell the fear and I could smell blood. That wasn’t any ghost, that was a woman.
Catching sight of a door, I raced for it, ignoring the noise I was making. As I slammed through—breaking it off the hinges—the scream echoed once more. My flashlight showed me that I was in a hallway, near a door marked STAIRS, and so I grabbed the handle and pulled. It was locked. But locked doors weren’t really a problem for me. Gritting my teeth, I gave it a good yank. Metal screeched as the hinges twisted. I put my weight into it, and the door gave way as I ripped it off the hinges. Sending it flying behind me, the door splintered as it hit the wall.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I flew up them, pouring on the speed. The scream had sounded from the floor above, and so I busted through the second-story stairwell door, shoulder-butting it to slam it back against the wall. Stumbling through the opening, I found myself in a large open room, dimly lit by a handful of scattered candles.
Figures vanished into the shadows. Vampires—I could sense my own kind. At least three of them.
What they’d been up to was obvious. A woman lay on a dirty mattress in the middle of the room, either dead or comatose. Her clothing had been ripped away and blood trickled down from her neck, from her nipples, from between her thighs. I winced, grateful she wasn’t awake at the moment. Please, let her be alive, I whispered. This was no way to die.
I debated. I could either take on the other vamps and chance letting her die—if she was still alive. Or I could bundle her up and get the fuck out of there. I wanted to follow them into the shadows, to drag them out by their hair and make them pay, but then—in the silence of my hesitation—I caught the faint sound of the woman’s breath.
Her chest rose and fell in a shallow beat. She was still breathing.
Hurrying before they figured out that I was alone, I gathered her up in my arms. Her flowing blood set off my hunger but I drove it back and made for the stairs. I took them two at a time, until I reached the first floor, and raced into the first room I’d entered. Shouts echoed down the stairwell from behind me. Apparently the other vamps had worked out that I wasn’t leading an army, and no doubt they were planning on retrieving their stolen toy.
At the window, I debated the best way to get her out without hurting her further. Finally, I cautiously lifted her through the broken window and lowered her to the ground. She slowly crumpled to the sidewalk. Then, leaping out to land beside her in a crouch, I pulled out my phone and speed-dialed Camille.
“Where are you?”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Yasmine Galenorn is starting another series. In Flight from Hell, we are introduced to these new characters through Galenorn's well known and loved Otherworld cast. It seems a dragon called Shimmer gets herself into some trouble and the D'Artigo sisters are called in for help. Although this is a novella length story, we are given a good taste of the new Fly By Night Series to come leaving me ready to follow Alex, Ralph and Shimmer and what is sure to be another fabulous paranormal fantasy...with hopeful crossovers from the D'Artigo clan. I highly enjoyed this quick, engaging read. It made me want more of both the new Fly By Night Series and look forward to the next in the D'Artigo story (Otherworld Series).
Best for readers familiar with the series I received an advance reader edition of this book from Penguin Group and Net Galley for the purpose of providing an honest review. 3.5 Stars I should know better by now. I mean seriously I am not dumb but I can not tell you why I keep grabbing books and novellas that are deep in series without reading any other books in the series. I am not sure that I will ever learn. I am positive that readers who know this series will like this novella quite a lot. I, on the other hand, knowing nothing of the world and nothing of the characters found myself having a hard time keeping up at the beginning. To be fair to myself though, I did think that since this is the start of a spin off series I would be OK to jump in here. Once I had the characters and the world figured out, I liked the story and the writing quite a lot actually. This story is the starting part of the Fly By Night Investigations Series. Once the characters from the Fly by Night Investigations Agency were introduced and became a part of the story things started to click for me. Menolly and the rest of the D'Artigo sisters are working to find Shimmer, a blue dragon. After talking to Alex, the owner of Fly By Night Investigations, the group realizes that more may be going on than they had first thought. Alex has a long standing enemy who is using Shimmer to seek his revenge. I really enjoyed this story after the new characters were introduced and the rescue mission was in full force. I wanted to read this story because this is my kind of story....dragons, demons, vampires and I am all over it. I also like to sample an author's writing in a novella. My only real issue was being a bit confused at the beginning but that was completely my fault for jumping in at book #15.5 in the series. I like how this story was written and would like to read other works by Yasmine Galenorn.
Flight from Hell (An Otherworld/Fly By Night Novella) Flight from Hell is a novella bridging Yasmine Galenorn's current Otherworld series with her upcoming spin-off series, Fly By Night. Obviously, Flight from Hell in not a starting point, nor is it a standalone novella. If you are interested in the brilliant world that Ms. Galenorn has created, start with book one, Witchling, and enjoy the ride. Flight from Hell is mostly told from Menolly's point of view, which was a treat as I recently read Crimson Veil and wasn't expecting to get anything else from Menolly's POV until her next full-length novel. Briefly, we saw into the POV of Shimmer, an out-casted blue dragon, and I really wish we had gotten more from her perspective. I understand that Ms. Galenorn wanted to keep the sisters close in this story, but I think it would've benefited the spin-off series more if she had told more of Flight from Hell from Shimmer's POV. In closing, I liked Alex, the mastermind behind Fly By Night Investigations. I look forward to learning more about him in the upcoming Fly By Night series and I really want more of Shimmer. She is such a complicated character and I feel that she will grow by leaps-and-bounds as the spin-off series progresses. *eARC PROVIDED BY PENGUIN GROUP VIA NETGALLEY*
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Vivacious Valkyrie - Marta: *Copy gifted in exchange for an honest review Fans of the Otherworld series will no doubt rush to get this novella as it's a chance to catch up with the lives and antics of the D'Artigo sisters but it's so much more than just a short read. This book introduces new characters which will feature in the authors new Fly By Night series. This is a short crossover story that is expanding Otherworld and giving greater depth and dimension to the people who inhabit it but rest assured it's still the same glorious ride that readers have come to expect from this amazingly talented author. This story introduces Shimmer a dragon who is exiled from the Dragon Reaches for five years and sent Earthside to work for Alex a vampire who runs a magical investigation company. She goes missing, and Menolly and her sisters, (half human, half Fae and all attitude!) are asked to investigate. Menolly is already trying to solve the mystery of rogue vampires in Seattle and can't help but question whether or not there's a connection . Alex is an unknown and can Menolly and her sisters really trust him? As their investigation hots up its clear that a powerful and deadly foe without conscience is targeting Alex and anyone caught in the crossfire is in danger. Struggling to find Shimmer whilst catching the murderous vampires plaguing the city will put all their lives in peril but with an enemy who has revenge on his mind and anger in his heart to fight , there is no choice. Fight or die trying! Most of this book is told from Menolly's point of view and as she is my favourite of the D'Artigo sisters I'm a happy reader! When we first read about Menolly at the beginning of this story she's somewhat at a loss. Menolly has recently lost a true friend and also her bar but in true Menolly style she's not down and out , no she's prepared to embrace new challenges . Unfortunately the problem of the rogue vampires is going to prove to be a lot more complicated then anyone could have predicted and add to that the mysterious Alex who has definitely been keeping under the supernatural radar and you can understand that this story is just the beginning. I think that's what just might irritate some readers as although there is an end of sorts, it's not a complete and absolute definitive ending. So in order to get to the truth readers will need to get the next book in this series. This author writes very good urban fantasy in my opinion and although there are relationships within her books it's not really my idea of romantic fiction . These sisters have very unusual love lives but in this short story there's no real interaction .This story however pulled me in from the first page and it was such fun meeting new characters and I have to admit they are very intruiging. It's also worth noting that I thought this worked well as a standalone and would be an ideal way for new readers to sample the authors work although I have to admit that reading a series in order is clearly the best way to get maximum enjoyment . I loved catching up with the sisters and we even get a glimpse of a supporting character who previously has not been the most pleasant but Ms Galenorn gives a glimpse of his inner pain in this book. Her books are both dark and humorous at times and there's never a dull moment. Although Menolly may have started this story missing her friend but I think these new characters are about to rock her world! If the mission was to expand the Otherworld universe then mission well and truly accomplished !
This is the first in the Fly by Night Series. There is an e-book prequel that is Flight from Hell, and I always try to read those if I can, before reading the first in a series. It’s always a good way to see if it’s worth investing time into a new series. This is also a spin off series from the Sisters of the Moon series book, though you don’t have to be really familiar with that series to get into this book. A person from Alex Radcliffe’s past has asked for his help. An investment in an old house to be refurbished as a bed and breakfast is not going as planned. The house appears to be haunted, so Alex takes on the case, after all, he runs his own supernatural investigations service. But as when it comes to the supernatural, one thing can be something completely different. This story is a perfect blend of lively characters, a good mystery, that beautifully flows, and by the end, leaves one wanting to see what comes next.
Flight From Hell by Yasmine Galenorn is a cross-over novella to introduce her new Fly By Night Series. The D'Artigo sisters friend, Carter, calls them when his new Blue Dragon girlfriend, Shimmer, breaks up with him and suddenly disappears. This is a wonderful transition to a new spin-off series.
Looking forward to seeing Shimmer and Alex in their own series for sure. LOVED this book. As always Yasmine did a great job.
I enjoyed the new characters. The storyline is the type the keeps you on the edge of your sit. Can't wait for the Fly By Night series to start.
Fans of Yasmine's Otherworld will enjoy this newest book Flight From Hell since we get a continuation of the series in the newest Sisters of the Moon book. We get to meet both new and old places and people as we follow along with new and familiar faces. Old fans will get a taste of what will be to come in the following books in this series and new fans will easily be able to catch on since Yasmine does a fabulous job retouching on who everyone is and what is going on so that new readers won't be lost if they want to begin with this book. I really like authors that fill in for their new readers but fans that are will versed in Yasmine's Otherworld will feel a bit of repetition. I really liked getting to meet the D’Artigo sisters, who are intriguing and filled with both a spark and more than a bit of attitude. Its great. I know readers both new to Yasmine's work and readers that have been fans since the beginning will enjoy this short read.
Flight From Hell, Yasmine Galenorn Review from Jeannie Zelos book reviews I took a real gamble with this novella. I knew it was part of an existing series, none of which I’d read but....didn’t realise it was book 15.5!! Ah well, a challenge So, I plunged straight into a complex world where there were demi gods, sorcerers, vampires, dragons shifters of every colour and people that were more than one thing....thankfully in the main paranormal authors stick to a few standards for each type of creature such as the vampires v stakes and fire. That makes it easier to follow the story, as did the brief explanation of how Shimmer came to be outcast from the paranormal Other-world down to the human one. She’s been stripped of many of her powers and is working under the guidance of Vampire Alex who’s a friend of the Dragon Overlord. Shimmer though has been acting strangely and her new boyfriend is concerned. His friends talk to her employer Alex and find out she’d been odd there too...and done something that would break her probation and get her sentenced to death! I really enjoyed this, found the story easy to follow despite not knowing the characters...It’s a novella but at 126 pages had enough length to make a complete and realistic ( within fantasy bounds of course!) read. I love the mix of different creatures, enjoyed the snippyness of Menolly, and found Alex a potentially very interesting character. He’s the age on him to have accrued lots of secrets, and he’s not a toe the line, always play by the rules person. My favourite sort! Its a solid story too, with real danger, and showcasing the talents some of the people have perfectly. Its where having lots of different types comes in well, the author can really go to town on the adventure side and let rip into all sorts of dangers, knowing someone had the skills needed to get them out – its a matter of fitting the danger and outcomes together realistically while entertaining the reader. This book did all that and I’m keen to read more from the Otherworld series. I don’t know how I’ve missed such an interesting and unusual author. Stars: four, a perfect quick story to take the reader out of the real world for a brief time. ARC supplied via Netgalley and publishers.
She awakens and sits in a crouched position, her tail sways back and forth as she looks at the floor, which is now transparent and she watches the live's of the mortals on Earth.
Hello? I want tortuoring.