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Smoke and Shadows (Tony Foster Series #1)

Smoke and Shadows (Tony Foster Series #1)

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by Tanya Huff

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Acclaimed fantasy author Tanya Huff returns to entertaining fantasy territory with this first novel in a new trilogy-featuring a popular character from her acclaimed Blood series. Tony, a former street kid-turned-producer, is behind a new TV series about a vampire detective. But what is real and what is fantasy? The answers are to be found in a wizard who's come to


Acclaimed fantasy author Tanya Huff returns to entertaining fantasy territory with this first novel in a new trilogy-featuring a popular character from her acclaimed Blood series. Tony, a former street kid-turned-producer, is behind a new TV series about a vampire detective. But what is real and what is fantasy? The answers are to be found in a wizard who's come to Earth from another dangerous dimension...and he's been followed.

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"If you enjoy contemporary fantasy, Tanya Huff has a distinctive knack."-Locus

The Barnes & Noble Review
Smoke and Shadows, the first novel in an exciting trilogy by Tanya Huff, features the main characters from the author's wildly popular Blood quintet (Blood Price, Blood Trail, etc.): Tony Foster, a gay reformed street punk, and Henry Fitzroy, a 450-year-old vampire prince.

Henry and Tony have relocated from Toronto to Vancouver to start a new life. Tony, now 24 years old, has landed a job working as a production assistant for a company that produces a popular syndicated television series about a vampire detective. But trouble seems to follow Tony wherever he goes, and he soon starts seeing strange shadows on the set -- shadows that appear where normal shadows shouldn't be and act as if they're sentient. When an actress mysteriously dies in her dressing room, Tony and his vampiric friend investigate. The trail leads them to Arra Pelindrake, the enigmatic head of special effects for the production company. But when Arra finally discloses who she really is -- a wizard from another realm who escaped annihilation through a rift in space -- Tony and Henry soon find out that the shadows are the least of their worries!

Fans of other popular genre-blending supernatural sagas, like Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series and Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampire novels, will undoubtedly enjoy Smoke and Shadows. An appealing mix of fantasy, horror, romance, and mystery, Huff's story succeeds because it doesn't take itself too seriously and even revels in poking fun at contemporary supernatural icons as well as mainstream science fiction and fantasy. Huff's biting (no pun intended) sense of humor makes this a highly entertaining page-turner. Paul Goat Allen

If you enjoy contemporary fantasy, Tanya Huff has a distinctive knack.
Publishers Weekly
Lights, camera and action take a backseat to slippery shadows, snappy dialogue and an overwrought hybrid fantasy/SF plot in Canadian author Huff's alternately clever and annoying blend of farce, mystery and magic, the first in a trilogy. In this spinoff from the author's five-volume series (Blood Price, etc.) featuring vampire Henry Fitzroy, Fitzroy's streetwise ex-lover, Tony Foster, has moved with Fitzroy to Vancouver to study film. Now the set production assistant on CB Production's Darkest Night (think Angel), Foster pines for one of the hunky (alas, heterosexual) co-stars and dreams of being a director. When an actress is murdered under very "shadowy" circumstances, it turns out to have been done by a minion of a Shadowlord who slipped through a "gate" near the show's soundstage originally opened by Arra Pelindrake, a special effects wizard who also happens to be, well, a different sort of wizard on another world. Foster, Pelindrake and Fitzroy join forces to kill other minions sent to take over Earth and destroy Pelindrake, the Shadowlord's archenemy. The proceedings are enlivened with campy comments ("a world where Joss Whedon got canceled was exactly the kind of world where the Shadowlord could win"), but it's not enough to save an overextended plot light on substance and heavy with fang-in-cheek fun. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
This spinoff to Huff's enormously successful five-volume Blood series, which starred the team of private investigator Vicki Nelson and vampire Henry Fitzroy, picks up with Tony Foster, their often-unwilling partner in crime solving. Tony is off on his own, working in the Vancouver television industry as a production assistant on a show about, appropriately enough, a vampire detective. Things are going swimmingly until he begins to notice that the shadows on the set are behaving strangely. They are acting in ways that shadows should not behave. When an extra on the set is murdered, Tony finds himself thrust into a mystery that has its origins outside the known world. He calls on his friend and ex-lover Henry to help him stop the shadows before they take on lives of their own. This inventive adventure combines fantasy, horror, and mystery, making a unique stew of unexplainable events, detective work, and things spotted out of the corner of one's eye. The book stands alone, but it might be difficult for some readers to understand the relationships of the main characters without having read the prior series. Older teens who enjoy dark urban fantasy or mysteries with paranormal elements will enjoy this book. The persistent swearing and mature themes throughout the book might make it a better choice for less-conservative communities. VOYA CODES: 3Q 3P S A/YA (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult-marketed book recommended for Young Adults). 2004, DAW, 375p., Ages 15 to Adult.
—Leslie McCombs
Library Journal
When an actress in a popular vampire TV series is found dead in her dressing room, production assistant Tony Foster suspects the presence of a supernatural foe and turns to his former mentor for advice-450-year-old Henry Fitzroy, vampire and bastard son of Henry VIII. In Huff's long-awaited addition to her popular Henry Fitzroy series, Henry once again takes part in the struggle between good and evil, fighting not only to save the humans upon which he depends for his existence but also the world from conquest by a being from another realm. The author's delightfully light touch lends a sense of timeliness to this effortlessly told fantasy mystery, the first title in a new trilogy. For most libraries. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
Tony Foster Series , #1
Product dimensions:
6.36(w) x 9.24(h) x 1.32(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Tony waited. Picked a marshmallow banana out of the bowl.

“Okay, Pam asked for you and CB wouldn’t let me call in even if she hadn’t. Happy?” She shoved the cut sheets up against his chest. “Trucks are there at eleven, shoot by midnight, gone by one and if you believe that, I’ve got some waterfront land going cheap.”


“He led his city through the darkest night toward the dawn.”

Heart slamming against his ribs, Tony jumped forward and spun around, managing to accomplish both movements more or less simultaneously and still stay on his feet. He scowled at the shadowy figure just barely visible at the edge of the streetlight’s circle, knowing that every nuance of his expression could be clearly seen. “Fuck, Henry! You just don’t sneak up on a guy and purr bad cutlines into his ear!”

“Sorry.” Henry stepped into the light, red-gold hair gleaming, full lips curved up into a smile.

Tony knew that smile. It was the one that went along with It’s fun to be a vampire! Which was not only a much better cutline than the one plastered all over the Darkest Night promo package, it was indicative of an almost playful mood—playful as it referred to an undead creature of the night. “Where did you park?”

“Don’t worry; I’m well out of the way.”

“Cops give you any hassle?”

The smile changed slightly and Henry shoved his hands into the pockets of his oiled-canvas trenchcoat. “Do they ever?”

Tony glanced down the road to where a pair of constables from the Burnaby RCMP detachment stood beside their cruiser. “You didn’t, you know, vamp them?”

“Do I ever?”


“Not this time.”

“Good. Because they’re already a little jumpy.” He nodded toward the trucks and, when Henry fell into step beside him, wet dry lips and added, “Everyone’s a little jumpy.”


“I don’t know. Night shoot, moderately dangerous stunt, an explosion . . . pick one.”

“You don’t believe it’s any of those reasons.”

Tony glanced over at Henry. “You asking?”

“Not really, no.”

Before he could continue, Tony waved a cautioning hand and continued the movement down to pull his walkie-talkie from the holster on his belt. “Yeah, Pam?” One finger pushed his ear jack in a little deeper. “Okay, I’m on it. I’ve got go see when Daniel’s due out of makeup,” he told Henry as he reholstered. “You okay here?”

Henry looked pointedly around. “I think I’ll be safe enough.”

“Just . . .”

“Stay out of the way. I know.” Henry’s smile changed yet again as he watched Tony hurry off toward the most distant of the studio’s three trailers. In spite of the eyebrow piercing, he looked, for lack of a better word, competent. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. It was what Henry came to night shoots to see—Tony living the life he’d chosen and living it well. It made letting him go a little easier.

Not that he had actually let go.

Letting go was not something Henry did well. Or, if truth be told, at all.

But within this small piece of the night, they could both pretend that he was nothing more than the friend he appeared to be.


He made his living writing the kind of books that allowed women—and the occasional man—to pretend for 400 odd pages that they lived a life of romance and adventure, but this, these images captured and manipulated and then spoon-fed to the masses as art, this was pretense without imagination. He’d never had to actually blow up a BMW in order for his readers to imagine a car accident.

Television caused imagination to atrophy.

His upper lip pulled back off his teeth as he watched the director laying out the angles of the explosion for the camera operator.

Television substituted for culture.

The feel of watching eyes turned him to face a middle-aged woman standing beside the craft services table, a coffee clutched between both hands, her gaze locked on his face, her expression asking, What are you?

Henry pulled his masks back into place and only then, only when he presented a face that spoke of no danger at all, did he turn away. The woman had been curious, not afraid, and would easily convince herself that she’d been asking who are you? not what. No harm had been done, but he’d have to be more careful. Tony was right. Everyone was a little jumpy tonight.

His nostrils flared as he tested the air. He could smell nothing except . . .

“Hey, Henry!”

. . . a chemical fire retardant.

“This is Daniel. He’s our stunt coordinator and he’ll be crashing the car tonight.”

Henry took the callused hand offered and found himself studying a man not significantly taller than his own five six. Given that Tony was five ten, the stunt coordinator could be no more than five eight. Not exactly what Henry had expected.

“Daniel also does all the stunt work for Mason and for Lee,” Tony continued. “They almost never get blown up together.”

“I’m pretty much the entire department,” Daniel admitted, grinning as he brushed a bit of tangled wig back off his face. “We can’t afford to blow them up together. Tony says you’re a writer. Television?”


“No shit? My wife used to write porn, but with all the free stuff out on the web these days there’s no money in it so she switched back to writing ad copy. Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I’ve got to go make sure I’ll survive tonight’s pyrotechnics.” He sketched a salute and trotted across the road to a parked BMW.

“Seems like a nice guy,” Henry said quietly.

“He is.”

“There’s free porn on the web?”

Tony snorted, his elbow impacting lightly with Henry’s side. “Stop it.”

“So what’s going to happen?”

“Daniel, playing the part of a car thief . . .”

Eyes narrowed, Henry stared across the road. “Whose head is being devoured by a distant relative of Cthulhu.”

“Apparently that’s what happens when you soak dreadlocks in fire retardant.”

“And the size?”

“The wig’s glued to a helmet.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“Yeah, that’s what our hairdresser said.” Tony’s shrug suggested the hairdresser had been significantly more vocal. “Anyway, he’s going to drive the beemer along this stretch of road until he swerves to miss an apparition of evil . . .”

“A what?”

“I don’t think the writers have decided what it actually is yet, but don’t worry, the guys in post always come through.”

“I’m actually more concerned that this vampire detective of yours drives a BMW.”

“Well, he won’t after tonight, so that’s okay. So Daniel swerves to miss this apparition and the car flips, rolls, and bang!”

“Cars don’t blow up that easily.” Henry’s pale hand sketched a protest on the night as Daniel slid behind the wheel.

“Explosions make better television.”

“It makes no logical sense.”

“Now, you’re getting it.” Tony’s face went blank for a moment, then he bent and picked up the fire extinguisher he’d set at his feet. “Looks like we’re ready to go.”

“And you’re . . .”

“Not actually doing anything while we’re shooting since we’ve got Mounties blocking the road, so I’m part of the safety crew. And as long as you’re not planning on telling the union . . .”

“I’m not talking to your union as much as I used to.”

He could feel Tony staring at him but he kept his gaze on the car.

“You’re in a weird mood tonight. Is it . . .? ”

Henry shook his head, cutting off the question. He didn’t know what it was.

He wasn’t entirely certain it was anything at all.


Everyone was jumpy.

The car backed up.

A young woman called scene and take, then smacked the top down on a piece of blackboard in front of the closer of the two cameras. About fifteen people, including Tony, yelled, “Rolling,” for no reason Henry could immediately determine since the director’s voice had carried clearly over the entire location.

The car began to speed up.

When they finished with it in editing, it would look as though it was racing down Lakefield Drive. Considering that Daniel was driving toward a certain crash, it was moving fast enough.

A squeal of brakes just before the outside tires swerved onto the ramp.

Grip tightening on the fire extinguisher, Tony braced for an impact even though he knew there was nothing there.

Nothing there.

Except . . .

Darkness lingered on the other side of the ramp.

An asinine observation given that it was the middle of the night and the darkness had nowhere else to go. Except . . . it seemed darker. Like the night had thickened just in that spot.

I must’ve inhaled more accelerant than I thought.


The darkness seemed to be half in the car although logically, if the darkness existed at all, the car should have been halfway through it.


The impact of steel against asphalt as the car hit and rolled was always louder than expected. Tony jerked and winced as glass shattered and the BMW finally skidded to a stop on its roof.


“Keep rolling!” That was Pam’s voice. “Arra, what the hell’s going on?”

There shouldn’t be flames, not yet.

Daniel wasn’t out of the car.

Couldn’t get out of the car, Tony realized as he started to run.

He felt more than saw Henry speed by him and by the time he arrived by the driver’s side door, the crumpled metal was screaming a surrender as the door opened. Dropping down to one knee, he allowed Daniel to grab onto his shoulder and, backing up, dragged him from the car and out through the billowing smoke.

The rest of the safety crew arrived as the stunt co-coordinator gained his feet, free hand waving away any additional help. He stared at the car for a long moment, brow furrowed under the masking dreadlocks then he visibly shook it off. “Goddamned fucking door jammed! Everyone back off and let it blow.”

“Daniel . . .”

“Don’t worry about it, Tony. I’m fine.” Guiding the younger man away from the car, he raised his voice, “I said, let it blow!”

The explosion was, as all Arra’s explosions were, perfect. A lot of flash, not much smoke, the car outlined within the fire.

For a heartbeat, the shadows held their ground against the flames. A heartbeat later, they fled.

And a heartbeat beyond that, Tony glanced away from the wreck to find Henry beside him, smelling of accelerant. “He was muttering about something touching him. Something cold.”


The vampire nodded.

“Something touched him before you got there?”

Henry glanced down at his hands. “I didn’t touch him. He didn’t even know I was there.”

The light from the fire painted the night orange and gold as far back as the director’s monitors. It looked as though Daniel, helmet in his hands, sweat plastering his short hair to his head, was telling Pam what happened. Leaving Henry staring at the burning car, Tony headed for the craft services table—well within eavesdropping range.

“. . . hardly see the end of the ramp, then I could hardly see at all. I thought it might be some kind of weird fog except it came with me when I rolled.”

“I didn’t see anything.”

“I didn’t exactly see anything either,” Daniel pointed out acerbically. “That’s kind of my point.”

Tony waited for him to mention the touch. He didn’t.

“It was probably just the fumes from the fire retardant affecting my eyes.”


It sounded like a pact. An agreed-upon explanation.

Because what else could it have been?

As Daniel moved away, Arra came into view behind Pam’s shoulder. She looked terrified.

Not for Daniel.

Not about the part of the stunt that had nearly gone wrong.

Given her expression, Tony’d be willing to bet serious money that she’d forgotten both Daniel and the stunt.

Tony found himself quietly murmuring, “Apparition of evil,” as Pam finally yelled “Cut!” and Daniel’s crew moved in with the fire extinguishers.

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"If you enjoy contemporary fantasy, Tanya Huff has a distinctive knack."—Locus

Meet the Author

Tanya Huff may have left Nova Scotia at three, and has lived most of her life since in Ontario, but she still considers herself a Maritimer. On the way to the idyllic rural existence she shares with her partner Fiona Patton, six cats, and a chihuahua, she acquired a degree in Radio and Television Arts from Ryerson Polytechnic—an education she was happy to finally use while writing her recent Smoke novels. Of her previous twenty-three books, the five—Blood Price, Blood Trail, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt—featuring Henry Fitzroy, bastard son of Henry VIII, romance writer, and vampire are among the most popular.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
this book is such a fun read - i read it almost in one sitting, read it again to find out what i missed by reading it so fast the first time (although i get the feeling i'd catch something new every time i read it) and then handed it off to a friend so i could have someone to discuss it with. i enjoyed the characters (the good, the bad and the camera hogs) and loved all the layers in the dialogue and plot. it's great to see a book that can successfully weave together so many things and still manage not to take itself too seriously.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my introduction to Tanya Huff. The principal character being a young gay man kind of threw me off at first, but then you forget about that and just enjoy the interplay between the characters. I immediately read the second book in the series (Smoke in Mirrors) and then started on the Blood series.
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After living on the streets for many years, Tony Foster was taken into the home of Henry Fitzroy, son of Henry VII and a four hundred and fifty year old vampire. Tony is twenty-four years old now, lives in his own apartment and remains close with his beloved mentor Henry although they are not quite as intimate. Tony works as a production assistant for ¿Darkest Night¿ a television show about a vampire detective................................. Although Tony appreciates the irony of the current situation, he¿s becoming worried about strange happenings on the set. Shadows seem to be moving independently of people¿s bodies and some are even lurking in hidden corners. Tony is determined to find out what is happening and he figures the best person to ask is Arra, the special effects person who seems to know more than she is saying. She finally confesses to Tony that she is a wizard from another world who traveled in a portal to Earth because the Shadowlord conquered her world. He is searching for her now and once he destroys her, he intends to conquer Earth using his shadow minions. Henry and Tony intend to stop him if they can and try to convince Arra to join the battle.......................................... Readers familiar with Private Detective Vicki Nelson and Henry Fitzroy the vampire books know that Tony is a minor but important character in those tales. They will love his coming out party in SMOKE AND SHADOWS. The hero is all grown up and very mature for his age, eager to save his world although he is scared to death. Henry is still a good friend who takes a back seat to his protégée in this enthralling book............................... Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is just not worth reading. It has a good plot, but the characters are dull and the writing lacks emotion. It wasn't funny. I couldn't relate to the characters, understand their motivation or even care about their situation. The quality of this book is nothing like the Blood Series.
Webby17 More than 1 year ago
Can't review something I didn't order.