Lake Silence

Lake Silence

by Anne Bishop

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ISBN-13: 9780399587245
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/06/2018
Series: World of the Others Series , #1
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 94,096
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.60(d)

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author ANNE BISHOP is a winner of the William L. Crawford Memorial Fantasy Award for the bestselling Black Jewels Trilogy and is the author of the Novels of the Others.

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Vicki

Moonsday, Juin 12

I wouldn’t have known about the dead man if I hadn’t walked into the kitchen at the exact moment my one-and-only lodger was about to warm up an eyeball in the wave-cooker.

Until that moment, I hadn’t known I had a scream that could crack glass; I hadn’t wondered if an eyeball would puff up and explode in a wave-cooker like those animal-shaped marshmallows; and I hadn’t realized my lodger—Agatha “call me Aggie” Crowe—was that kind of Crow.

She seemed so normal, if you overlooked her timely payment of the rent each week and the fact that she had taken up residence in The Jumble three weeks ago and seemed to be enjoying herself.

“You can’t eat that!” I tried to sound firm, like a responsible human and business owner should. In truth, I sounded a wee bit hysterical, and I wished with all sincerity that I had walked into the kitchen five minutes later.

Then again, since the kitchen was one of the common rooms in the main building, I could have walked in when Aggie was halfway through her lunch, which I’m sure would have been more distressing for at least one of us.

“Why can’t I eat it?” She looked at the eyeball rolling around in the small bowl that was now sitting on the counter. “Nobody else wants it. It’s starting to get squooshy. And the dead man doesn’t need it.”

The words got me past the physical evidence. “What dead man?”

“The one who doesn’t need the eyeball.” Little black feathers suddenly sprouted at her hairline, confirming the nature of my lodger. I was going to have to rework the rental agreement so that there was a space for unimportant bits of information like . . . oh, say . . . species.

“Where did you find the dead man?”

“On the farm track that runs alongside Crabby Man’s place.”

I should have pointed out that Mr. Milford wasn’t usually crabby, but he did get exercised when someone took one bite out of all the ripe strawberries or pinched fruit from his trees, since he and his wife needed the income they made from selling fresh fruit and homemade preserves. But there were other priorities.

“Show me.” I held up a hand. “Wait. And don’t nibble.”

“But . . .”

“You can’t eat it. It could be evidence.”

Her dark eyes filled with reproach. “If I hadn’t wanted to warm it up because it was squooshy, you wouldn’t have known about the dead man and I could have had eyeball for lunch.”

I couldn’t refute that statement, so I backed up until I reached the wall phone in the kitchen, and then I dialed the emergency number for the Bristol Police Station. Bristol was a human town located at the southern end of Crystal Lake. Sproing, the only human village near Lake Silence, was currently without its own police force, so Bristol had drawn the short straw and had to respond to any of our calls for help.

“Bristol Police Station. What is your emergency?”

“This is Victoria DeVine at The Jumble in Sproing. One of my lodgers found a dead man.” Okay, Aggie was my only lodger, but there was no reason to advertise that. Right?

I started counting and reached seven before the dispatcher said, “Did you see the body?”

“No, but my lodger did.”

“How do you know the body is dead?”

“I’m looking at an eyeball that used to be attached to the body.”

This time I counted to eight.

“We’ll send someone.” The words were slow in coming, but at least they were said and would be officially noted somewhere.

I didn’t blame the dispatcher for hesitating to send someone to Sproing—after all, the police officer we’d had before last year’s Great Predation had been eaten, and a couple of officers who had answered calls since then had provoked something in the wild country and never made it back to their station—but I resented that I could feel her blaming me for whatever the police were going to find. On the other hand, I did withhold one tiny bit of information.

Just wait until the responding officer realized he had to interview one of the terra indigene.

A bit of useful information. My name is Victoria “call me Vicki” DeVine. I used to be Mrs. Yorick Dane, but giving up my married name was one of the conditions of my receiving valuable property—aka The Jumble—as part of the divorce settlement. Apparently the second official Mrs. Dane didn’t like the idea that someone else had had the name first. Fortunately, she didn’t seem as possessive about Yorick’s Vigorous Appendage. I could have told her that a couple dozen other women had had it before she took possession. But it wasn’t likely that she would keep solo possession of the appendage for long, so let her figure things out the hard way like I did. Of course, if she had been one of those indulgences, then she already knew the signs and might be able to nip them in the bud. Maybe that’s why, before I had moved away from Hubb NE, I had seen her in the garden center buying long-handled loppers—the kind used to prune branches—when I’d heard her loudly proclaiming the previous week that gardening was a hobby for women who couldn’t do anything else and so not of interest to her.

Anyway, I was married to Yorick Dane, an entrepreneur—aka wheeler-dealer—although I never understood what sort of deals were wheeled. He said I didn’t have a head for business. I finally said I didn’t have a head for cheating of any kind. Suddenly, after a decade of marriage, he said I wasn’t living up to the promises that were implied by my name, meaning I wasn’t hot or in any way sexy. The fact that it took him a decade to realize I was fivefoot four and plump instead of a five-foot-ten pole dancer with big tits was confusing. But once he made that discovery, he decided that he needed someone who would stand by him, and that would not be me.

So that’s how I came to be the owner of The Jumble. According to the story that was muttered by Yorick’s family once they’d had a little too much to drink, The Jumble was conceived and built by Yorick’s great-great-aunt, Honoria Dane, a woman who was equal parts visionary and eccentric. She and her brothers were given equal shares in their father’s fortune, the shares being dispersed upon the child’s twenty-fifth birthday. Great-great (I never heard anyone refer to her by her given name) had sunk her part of the fortune into building The Jumble. It was supposed to be a self-sufficient and self-supporting community. It began its genteel decline almost from the moment Great-great finished building it.

The Jumble consisted of the sprawling two-story main house, which had a small but fully equipped apartment for the owner as well as two suites with private bathrooms for guests. It also had a big communal kitchen, a dining room, a library, a social room, an office for the owner, several empty rooms whose use I couldn’t identify, and a large shower area off the kitchen that could accommodate up to four people at a time as long as they weren’t shy. Besides the main house, there were four sets of cabins—three connected cabins to a set—within easy walking distance from the main building. Each cabin was similar to an efficiency apartment with an open floor plan—no walls or doors for anything but the bathroom. Well, the three lakeside cabins that were closest to the main building had en suite bathrooms. The other nine cabins were a bit more primitive and an ongoing project.

There were acres of land that could be used by the . . . beings . . . in residence—plenty of room for growing food or raising a goat or two for whatever reason one keeps goats. There was even a chicken coop, sans chickens. It was probably sans a few other things, but if the chickens couldn’t pay rent, I couldn’t afford to update their lodgings. But The Jumble had one thing the village of Sproing did not—it included easy access to Lake Silence, which was an afterthought body of water compared to the other Finger Lakes. There was a public beach at the southern end of the lake, but I thought The Jumble’s private beach and dock were a lot nicer.

Whoever negotiated the original lease agreement for the use of the land knew every devious loophole a person might try to use to rezone/repurpose/re-something the land. But the terms were brutally simple: it was The Jumble with its set number of buildings of a particular size and so many acres of cultivated land (being a modest percentage of the overall acreage) or nothing. The Dane inheritance was actually the buildings and their contents. The land could be used only within the terms of the lease.

Last bit of information. Sproing is a human village with a population of less than three hundred. Like most, if not all, of the villages in the Finger Lakes area, it is not human controlled. Sure, we have an elected mayor and village council, and we pay taxes for garbage pickup and road maintenance and things like that. The main difference is this: on the continent of Thaisia, a human-controlled town is a defined piece of land with boundaries, and humans can do anything they want within those boundaries. But villages like Sproing don’t have a boundary, don’t have that distance from the terra indigene. The earth natives. The Others. The dominant predators that control most of the land throughout the world and all of the water.

When a place has no boundaries, you never really know what’s out there watching you.

The surprising thing is there hadn’t been a reported interaction with one of the Others in decades. At least around Sproing. Maybe the Others have been coming in and buying come sproing with me or i [heart] sproingers T-shirts without anyone realizing it, but even though the village lost about a quarter of its residents because of last summer’s Great Predation, everyone still wanted to believe that the Others were Out There and didn’t find us interesting enough—or bothersome enough—to hunt down and have as snacks.

Which made me wonder if the Others came into town seasonally, like tourists. And that made me wonder if everyone had missed the obvious when stores ran out of condiments like ketchup and hot sauce some weekends—and whether a run on ketchup and hot sauce coincided with people disappearing.

(Continues…)



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Lake Silence 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 71 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read all the other books is The Others series I had very high hopes for Lake of Silence. While the cast of characters was different the story was still enthralling. I am eagerly awaiting the next installment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like the Shalador novels connected to the Black Jewels books, this book is loosely connected to the Lakeside Others novels, but in a setting of its own. Illuminating what happens when the common and the wondrous work together, it’s approachable magic in a wild world.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Meanwhile in another part of the world of the others: Ms.Vickie and Lake Silence are headed for trouble. You'd have expected the humans to have learned by now....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With this book, Anne Bishop tries a few experiments and they all work! Vicki had a bad marriage, a bad divorce and now a very bad ex who's gunning for her settlement. Fortunately she has more friends than she thinks who are more unusual than she realizes. This is a rather spectacular entry in the Others series, and I hope she continues in this vein for other parts of this fascinating world!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read it too fast! Couldn't put it down unless I had to. I am looking forward to future stories.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If it's an Anne Bishop book I know I won't be disappointed. I love the world of "The Others" and enjoy learning more about it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's different from the other books containing Meg and Simon and the rest of lakeside. It's an ok story, but the mystery or anticipation of turning the page to find out what happens next is not there because the mystery was already outlined for the reader so the anticipation of eagerly turning the page to find out what happens next is not there either. I wish the author had centered the story with other blood prophets like..Hope Wolfsong, to see how she griws up and become a confident young woman or the other five young blood prophets that were rescued, that said, the change from a first person. POV was unexpected, And the second POV from the other characters just throws off the story. It didn't feel as if the author wrote the whole book. I felt that the character of Vicki was written by someone else. It was very disconcerting..all in all it was an ok story..I finished it but don't really want to re-read it again, unlike the other 5 books, I re-read it over again just because I really liked the stories from the Lakeside.characters.I felt thus story was rushed and there was not a lot of depth to the whole story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put it down.loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ms Bishop again present an interesting story in the world of the others. World building is detailed and consistent through the various stories, and protagonists are people we grow to care about. Can’t wait to read whatever she publishes next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lovely introduction to the Wilds.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Is the name of this world. The Others live there. Elementals Elders Shifters & Sanguinati; they are Apex Predators. They try try try to get along with Humans, the new two legged predators. The first 4 books introduce us to the Others. Humans call them others. What they are, are FIRSTS. They are the first of Namids creations. As they evolve they try to make room for human predators, but humans have a hard time learning that there predator games with Other Humans do not make them Apex Predators. With Lake Silence, anne bishop introduces us to the plans and reasons and attempts of Namids creations to try to live peacefully with humans. Vickie DeVine, The Jumble, & the town of Sproing show us humanity contending with predators who want to be apex predators but reject Namids will that all must live work & survive together. This book is laugh out loud funny with giggle fest moments. It is entertaining superb storytelling for young and old. It unfolds without moralizing and there lies the moral of this tale. Wonder-full
Anonymous 4 months ago
Having read the entire 'Others' series I was thrilled to see this new thread in that world. As always, Ms. Bishop does a wonderful job painting the place and the inhabitants so you feel like you're reading about a very real and sometimes a very scary place! The characters as so well thought out, so very human and Other it's sometimes hard to remember it's all make believe! Love her books, love her style and can hardly wait for the next installment! Highly recommend this author!!
Anonymous 5 months ago
Just as wonderful as I've come to expect from this author. But I hope she returns to the Courtyard soon, because I miss Meg and Simon desperately.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Anne’s books/ series continue to take me away to far away lands.
DebraSchwartz1971 9 months ago
In ‘Lake Silence” Anne Bishop leaves Lakeside Courtyard, the location of her previous books in this series. Lake Silence is one of the Finger/Feather Lakes. The village of Sproing is a small human village near Lake Silence. The village doesn’t have a police department, relying on a neighboring town. Enter Vicki DeVine, recently divorced, and now the owner of a rundown resort called The Jumble. She owns the buildings, but the land is leased from the terra indigene, also called the Others. After six months of renovations, she has one lodger, Aggie Crowe. It isn’t until she finds Aggie trying to cook a human eyeball that Vicki realizes Aggie is actually a Crow (shifter), not a human. Vicki calls the next town which has a police department to report a dead man (who is missing an eye) and Officer Grimshaw shows up. While it is obvious the man was killed by non-humans (his body is twisted around), soon detectives from another town show up trying to pin the murder on Vicki. Vicki came from a larger town where there wasn’t much interaction with terra indigene. It was fun watching her figure out what was happening around her. Were those crows in the trees crows or Crows? What exactly are those cute little Sproings? How did that funny looking pony get in her kitchen with its nose in the fridge? Suddenly she has a vampire attorney (Ilya), a lot of interaction with a range of nonhumans, the detectives trying to arrest her, and her ex-husband trying to get The Jumble back from her. I really liked Ilya, he was so good and patient with Vicki. Vicki is sweet and a bit naïve, plus she wants to do everything on her own. It will be interesting to see where the next book goes.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Love the book, and i knew that i would. I always get caught up in the books that she writes. Can't wait for the next one.
Anonymous 10 months ago
This was a different type of novel when compared to the 5 novels that preceeded it. It was less intense, less gripping, and less Other forward. This novel centers on Vicki, a human with no discernable powers of her own and that includes sex appeal. A short, square shaped broken door mat with a good heart and major anxiety. Ha...Julian would make a far better subject IMHO. The uneven cadence of the novel was frustrating and interesting at the same time. The use of imagery, in the dreams, games, and "feelings" was interesting because they were not fully developed...and casted the reader into the role of blood prophet. The lighter LOL moments drove home the lowered intensity levels that I was not expecting but added to my enjoyment. Can't wait to see which intensity level shakes out in the series of novels - Teeth and Claws or more gentle swipes and snacks.
Anonymous 10 months ago
I had a hard time putting it down.
Anonymous 12 months ago
I really enjoyed it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't know what it is about these Others books, but I'm kind of disappointed because every time I read one i just cannot put it down. I will read all night and day to finish it, which means that my fun is done and I have to wait for the next one. I loved this book, and of course can't wait for more Others books. Enjoy. You wont be dissapointed.
kara_suzanne More than 1 year ago
I simply cannot get enough of the Others. This new series is fun, even if I can't connect to the characters quite as much as I do Simon and Meg. Hopefully we will get to see more of them in the future. I will definitely be eating the next book!
kara_suzanne More than 1 year ago
I simply cannot get enough of the Others. This new series is fun, even if I can't connect to the characters quite as much as I do Simon and Meg. Hopefully we will get to see more of them in the future. I will definitely be eating the next book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another amazing read!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read this twice, the world of others, takes different tracks. We find the Elders can be so much more the scales depend on the humans. I enjoyed this tale. The path is different but do enjoy, do watch the teeth and claws, behave yourself.
PollyBennett More than 1 year ago
I loved The Others series, but, I actually loved this spin even more. I loved the characters, The Vampires were more of a focal in this book. Such nasty antagonists and I enjoyed seeing them get their due. Loved this book and can't wait for more.