All Lo Campbell wants is to be a normal teenager—to go to one high school, live in one place, and have one real friend. Instead, she travels the country with her mother, chasing the unknown, the supernatural waiting out there…
Until one day, the supernatural chases back.
Determined to rescue her mom from whatever otherworldly being took her, Lo is going to need a Tracker—and lucky for her, she finds one. Shaw is strong, good-looking, possibly available, and utterly infuriating. Sure, he may have secrets, and his help costs more than a brand-new car, but she’ll have to deal with him if she wants to find her mother—and get her home alive.
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The Things They've Taken
By Katie McElhenney, Jenn Mishler
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He Called Me Baby
A honky-tonk bar off the interstate wouldn't have been my first choice of locations to meet a lesser demon. But beggars can't be choosers, and there are no two ways about it, I'm here to beg.
The tires of my rusted Cadillac crunch over gravel as I swing into a parking spot near the bar's front door. Stepping out into the September morning, I catch the smells of wood and tar cooking off the building. A few trees, not fooled by the Indian summer, have already dropped their leaves. As I walk to the entrance, my feet scatter the dried brown carcasses. The skull of some large beast is mounted above the doorjamb, its horns stretching out like bony arms. I try not to see it as an ominous sign as I grip the bronzed lasso handle and pull.
The full force of an AC vent blasts me, chilling my sweat-dampened skin. A pungent mixture of greasy food and stale beer floats on the cooled air. The inside of the bar is dark even after my eyes adjust. Rustic light fixtures hanging from exposed beams give off the only illumination, the cobwebs clinging to them casting eerie shadows on the wooden walls. With my dark hair, dark eyes, and dark clothes, I might be considered an eerie shadow, too.
Even if the bar hadn't been so sparsely occupied, it wouldn't have been hard to spot the demon. He's taken his human form — a middle-aged man with lanky limbs, pale eyes, and jutting cheekbones. But despite his nondescript appearance, he is far from inconspicuous. Sitting at the first row of tables ringing the dance floor, he's garishly dressed in head-to-toe rhinestones. Everything from his comically large hat to his fake-skin boots sparkle like a constellation come to Earth — Tacky Major. It's as though he Googled "square-dancing stereotype" and combined all the images into one fashion eyesore.
I weave through the tables and join him.
"Dolores," he says, drawing out the l and the second o of my full name like he's pulling taffy. "How wonderful to see you again, darlin'."
"You can call me Lo," I remind him.
"I certainly could, Dolores." He smiles. "But I won't."
He gestures to the bottle sweating a ring of condensation on a napkin in front of him. "Can I get you a drink, sugar bee? Perhaps a beer to cool you off on this sultry day?"
"They won't serve me here."
"Why ever not?"
"I'm only seventeen."
He blinks at me uncomprehendingly.
"I'm not old enough to drink alcohol."
"Says the state of Kentucky."
"Interesting. Not old enough for booze but old enough for clandestine meetings with a tall, dark, and handsome man. On a school day, no less. I wonder what the state would have to say about that. Underage and truant. My, my, my, you are quite the rebel, young lady."
I drop into the seat opposite him. "I'm here about my mother."
Rashkur uses a nail to absently peel away at his bottle's soggy label. "A nasty business, that. Your mother earned herself a reputation for dabbling in things a bit over her head. Seems this time she got herself caught up with a greater demon, bless her heart."
"I need to find her."
"Perhaps you didn't hear me. She tangled with a greater demon. She's gone, dumplin'. Her goose is cooked. Her horse is glue. Her sweet tea has gone sour." He pats my hand. "Best you just head back home and try to move on."
I pull my hand away. "Do you know where she is?"
"I do not, and even if I did, I'm not sure I would tell you. It's dangerous."
My chin juts out. "I can take care of myself."
"I didn't mean dangerous for you, apple crisp, I meant dangerous for me."
"But you're a demon."
"A lesser demon. It is in this one and only instance that I concede to being a lesser anything." His shoulders straighten as if to prove the admission doesn't bother him. "To survive in this world, Dolores, knowing your strengths is nowhere near as important as knowing your weaknesses."
Rashkur slides his fingers down the skinny black leather of his bolo tie to his spangled bald eagle belt buckle. "Besides, I don't get caught up in the affairs of humans anymore. It always ends up messy, and I do hate a mess. Especially when I'm wearing something as fabulous as this."
"If you don't get involved with humans, what are you doing sitting in a bar trying to pass as one?" I ask through gritted teeth.
He gestures toward the stage. "Music, butter stick. It's the one thing y'all got right. I'm here for the late, great Virginia Patterson Hensley. This place has the best impersonator in the South."
"Virginia Patterson Hensley. You may know her as Patsy Cline."
He sighs. "I really do weep for the youth of this world. How do you suppose you'll ever learn about love and loss without listening to Patsy Cline?"
"I think having my mother taken by a greater demon is kind of a front-row ticket to loss."
He brushes off the comment with a wave of his hand. "The absence of one person, one time, does not true loss make."
"It does for me."
I remove a folded sheet of paper from my pocket. On it is a copy of the pentagram my mother scrawled on our living room floor two days ago. The same pentagram ringed with strange glyphs and blue fire that trapped her inside, helpless to escape as a dark portal opened under her feet.
I slide the paper across the table to him.
"I don't know what any of this means, but I need to understand." My voice is suddenly shaky. "I have to find her. Please, Rashkur. Please help me."
I look up at the ceiling as tears of anxious desperation prick at the corners of my eyes. The last forty-eight hours have left me raw and frayed. I'm unraveling. Finding my mother is the only way to sew myself back together, stitch by painful stitch.
In the silence that follows, I feel the demon's attention shift from the paper to my face and back again. I keep my gaze away from his, not trusting myself not to either burst into a full-blown fit of hysterics or break his beer bottle over his head — one would leave me wishing I were dead, the other would guarantee it.
Finally he speaks. "Despite my claim that I'm out of the human assistance business, the ways of the Southern gentleman aren't lost on me. I can't ignore a lady in distress."
My tears slowly subside; the knot in my stomach loosens slightly.
"I may know someone who can help you with this delicate matter."
I shoot forward in my seat, knocking against the table and nearly upending his beer bottle. "Tell me."
"Patience is a virtue, honeypot." Rashkur relaxes back into his chair, calmly resting one ankle on the opposite knee. "But I do admire your spunk. If you didn't insist on dressing like the ash it leaves behind, I might confuse you with a firecracker."
A group of aged men with matching ten-gallon hats and stomach paunches takes the stage. They're joined by a woman wearing a bright red dress with so much crinoline it should be considered a fire hazard. The Patsy Cline impersonator smiles into the darkness at the most thunderous applause a small crowd of day drinkers can produce. Rashkur stares at her rapturously.
"Tell me," I demand again.
The demon snorts with irritation. "I suppose if I don't you'll pester me throughout the whole set?"
I set my jaw and nod as the band tune their instruments.
The demon looks resigned. "From what I can tell, your mother has been taken by Sheyral, one of the Ancients."
"Sheyral," I repeat, the greater demon's name like gravel and steel in my mouth. "Where is he?"
"She," he corrects. "I don't know. The Ancients are very old, very powerful, and very hard to find if they don't want to be. Your best bet is to hire a tracker, a guide through the supernatural world. The best in the business lives not too far from here. If anyone can get you to Sheyral, it's him."
Rashkur reaches into his pocket and takes out a blank card. As he runs his hand over it, words appear in glowing letters. They burn into the paper, sending up small wisps of smoke before turning black.
I reach for the card, but it he pulls it back. His smile curves with curiosity.
"I must say, for someone who made a point of staying away from the preternatural, you seem to be just fine diving into all this pretty little head first."
I shrug. My whole life I'd joined my mother on her quest for understanding. She wanted to immerse herself in the mysteries of the universe and divine its secrets. One year we were praising Jesus, the next lighting a candle for Ganesh. Allah was salvation, the Buddha would give us enlightenment, and a guru named Dave was the path to the next plane. Mom prefers to call her habit of jumping beliefs as her "journey." It was this "journey" that bounced us around the country from commune to cooperative, retreat house to farmhouse, artist collective to temple my whole life.
I swallow against the acidic lump that's formed in my throat. "I have an inherited talent for adaptation."
"Interesting," Rashkur says, putting the tracker's card back within my reach. "Although you may want to be careful of how much you let the world change you, dollop. In the end, you might not like who you become."
"I'll remember that," I say, taking the card. It's rough like sandpaper and deceptively heavy as it sits in my palm. The scorched letters give an address for a place a few towns over. If I leave quickly I can get there before dark.
But I know I can't go yet — there is one more important question I need to ask. It's something I've dreaded since I found Rashkur's number among my mother's things and convinced myself to call. There is a lot I don't know about supernatural creatures, but there is one thing that I know for sure — there is always a price when dealing with them.
"What will this cost me?"
The demon smiles, showing all his teeth. The unnatural whiteness of them glows despite the dim bar lights. "Why don't you just go ahead and start this little quest of yours. If you come up empty-handed and brokenhearted as I suppose you will, we'll forget the whole thing happened. But if somehow you succeed, why don't you just come right on back here and we'll work something out. A favor of some kind, perhaps?" His gaze travels over my body. "I'm sure you have something I want."
Instinctively my hands cross over my chest. I don't know if he has the power to see through my clothes, but I feel exposed under his stare.
"Fine," I reply through clenched teeth as a shrill voice calls out behind me.
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me, sugar, or did I just see you passing along your number to another woman?"
I look over my shoulder and watch a tube-topped woman on the downside of her fifties approach, teetering on leopard-print heels.
"Of course not, candy cane," Rashkur says, his words dripping with drawl. "You know you're the only woman for me!"
He pats his lap, and the woman drops into it with a booze-assisted laugh.
"I know that's right!" she slurs. She looks me up and down with a scowl. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Dolores. Dolores, this is RitaMae."
"Charmed," RitaMae says, in a tone that makes it clear she is anything but.
"Dolores was just leaving," Rashkur says, pulling the barfly closer. "Good thing, too, because Miss RitaMae, you smell fine enough to eat."
The woman giggles and buries her face in Rashkur's neck. The demon flickers and I can see his true form, glowing yellow eyes, horns, red beveled skin and all. RitaMae rolls her head back up just as the demon returns to a socially acceptable version of normal. He licks the small drop of drool from the corner of his mouth.
"Fine enough to eat indeed," the demon repeats hungrily. He doesn't spare me a glance. "Good day, Dolores."
Dismissed, I make my way to the door just as the Patsy Cline impersonator begins to sing. Her voice is deep and sad, like a foghorn calling out on a desolate stretch of beach. Her eyes close as she implores someone not to leave her.
I step out into the blinding afternoon light and quickly close the door behind me. Despite what Rashkur said, the absence of one person can be true loss.
Especially if it's all your fault.CHAPTER 2
Blue Moon of Kentucky
My sweat-soaked back itches as I bounce down the country dirt road. It hasn't rained in weeks, and the parched soil under my tires sends up thick clouds of choking brown dust that force first my mouth, then my windows, closed. The GPS on my phone lost its signal miles back. I'm forced to dig out the map that came stuffed in my glove compartment when I bought the car. The map is ancient but fortunately, change is slow in rural Kentucky, and the roads still more or less match up.
The dense collection of trees and vines lining the road obscure the small hand-painted sign for Hummingbird Lane. I'm glad I spot it in time; the narrow county road would've made turning my boat of a car around an all-day event I didn't have the time for. Reducing my speed to better navigate the ruts and holes, I pray my exhaust system will weather the blows. After several minutes I finally spot the cream-and-yellow trailer sitting on a plot of land carved neatly into a field of high brittle grasses.
Stepping out of the car, I peel the shirt away from my body, shaking it out, trying to circulate some air over my skin. The cawing from a startled flock of crows echoes across the fields as I slam the car door and cross to the trailer. A railing-less set of wooden stairs leads up to the front door. I pull open the screen and knock, listening for sounds of stirring from within. Nothing. I knock again. Still nothing. I go for a third round, this time pounding the door in a manner any teenager who has ever been to a house party would describe as a "cop knock." It goes unanswered.
I jump down from the stairs and head to the back. The yard contains several garden beds with plants in various stages of seasonal viability. A white rope clothesline is suspended between two silver poles. A pair of men's jeans and several white T-shirts soak up the late-day sun next to a set of sheets. Their bright floral print contrasts with the muted tones of the flannel shirts clipped next to them.
I approach the back door and peer into the closest window. But lace curtains and the dark interior make seeing within impossible.
On the walk back to the car, I resolve to stay right here in these rural parts unknown and wait for the tracker all night if necessary. I pop open the trunk and pull out an old blanket, shaking away the dead leaves and random cellophane snack wrappers that cling to it. A trifold pamphlet flutters out as I snap the blanket onto the car's hood.
The front panel shows a picture of a forest shrouded in mist. Above it, in a silver medieval-style font, it says, "The World Beyond the Veil." It was the first conference Mom took me to after we arrived in Kentucky. I toss the pamphlet aside, hoping it will take the memory of that awful day with it.
I climb onto the hood and try to kill time. I play a mindless game on my phone until obnoxiously colored fruit flash before my eyes. I stare at the trailer, willing the door to open, even though I know a watched house never boils. Or some expression like that. My exhaustion is making me delirious.
The flaps of the pamphlet catch the wind. I pick it back up, my mind determined to wander back to the day that started it all.
In the cramped ballroom of the Dueling Derbies Inn, we sit through a wordy welcome from the keynote speaker, an old man in a rumpled tweed suit and bright bow tie. His speech centers on the magic all around us. He claims the world is like a stereogram, a Magic Eye book in our midst. The supernatural is always there, but only some experience it.
"Allow yourself to look," he says. "It is only then that you'll begin to truly see."
After the lecture, Mom stops at every vendor set up in an adjoining conference room. Everything from wands to monkey's paws to T-shirts advertising bands with names like "Samhain Blacklight" and "Goddess Gurlzzz" stud the overflowing tables. The whole place is filled with a horrible miasma of patchouli and burned cat hair.
Plopping myself down on the chair in the lobby with the fewest number of weird stains on it, I watch the motley assortment of people. They are the usual suspects you'd expect at a meeting like that one; hippie Wicca chicks, Goth kids, and a large number of older folks who looked like they were only there for a day out and free refreshments.
Eventually my eyes fall on a hard-to-miss woman completely covered in piercings, tattoos, and body modifications. I watch her laughing and joking with some similarly adorned friends. Without my meaning to, my gaze softens. Soon, I begin to see her differently. Her body mods look less crude, as if the spines on her forehead and hands are really made of bone. Her teeth are not just filed and capped, but grown from her gums as pointed metal. The inked images under her skin writhe and squirm like trapped souls fighting to get free.
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I really wanted to like this book. And I did...sort of. But for me, there was too much lacking. The Things They've Taken is the story of a Lo, a teenage girl, whose mom is taken by a demon. Lo hires a tracker and they set off to find her. That is all the summary this book needs, cause not a whole lot else happened. First off, I felt no connection to her mother who is missing, because we never actually meet her before she is taken. Rather than just telling me what Lo's life was like before her mom went missing, I wish we would have experienced some of it. Also, there was no real magical world built. Along the way we have demons and other supernatural beings occasionally thrown at us, but we have no idea what kind of supernatural world exists. There was no order to it. It felt like Lo and the Tracker were aimlessly wandering around trying to find her mom for the whole book, without a real sense of what they were doing. Lastly, there is supposed to be this huge connection going on between Lo and the tracker, and I never felt it. I never cared if they got together or not. I won't bring up the ending because I wouldn't have a big enough spoiler alert sign for it, but I was super annoyed at the ending too. Want to know why? Message me in the contact section. :-) Sorry, reading this over, I sound super complainy (not a real word, I know. My computer has big, angry squiglies yelling at me. They are under 'squiglies' too.). I just felt like it had so much more potential and I was super disappointed at the end. Overall I think I'll be giving it 2.5 out of 5 stars.
This book grabbed me and sucked me into its world from page one. The world that the author created was described with vibrant detail, often funny imagery. Throughout the read, I felt as though I was right alongside Lo and Shaw, helping them fight off evil creatures. The book featured multiple settings, jumping from a honky-tonk bar, to a trailer in the woods, to a waterfall, to a rest home, to a mortuary, to a museum, to a boardwalk on the Jersey coast. I really liked Lo as a character. I felt her pain as she struggled to find her mom. She showed a ton of character growth throughout the book. Although she constantly faces what seems to be impossible odds, she never wavers in her quest to rescue her mom. I found it interesting that the author chose to have Lo and her mother emotionally distanced for the year leading up to the start of the book. I think it made the story more believable and it made Lo's determination to find her mom all the more endearing. Shaw... What a hottie. He's the silent, stoic, strong type. I sensed from the first moment he appeared in the story that he had depth to him. Although Lo, doubted his affection for her, it was clear to me that his attraction had been growing for her throughout the book. And not just her face or body, but her on the inside. I would have liked to see a bit more connection between them, but I suspect that their relationship will build throughout the rest of the series...whether they like it or not. Overall, this was an enjoyable read, sprinkled with sexual tension, mythical creatures, danger, and plenty of teen angst. Just my kind of book. :)
Received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. Thanks to NetGalley and Entangled Teen for the opportunity to read and review The Things They've Taken by Katie McElhenney! Lo, short for Delores, needs help retrieving her mother from a burning pentagram that pulled her through the floor. Shaw, a tracker, is willing to help her for fifteen thousand dollars in cash. He brings his large dog, Mange, along for the journey. They visit a seer at a nursing home and then every other being they can find to get guidance from. Lo feels like she is going in circles and not accomplishing anything that she has set out to do in her quest to rescue her mother. The variety of characters is fun and I enjoy Lo's sense of humor and snarky comments. Shaw, in all his mystery, is intriguing and interesting and I want to get to know him better. The book ends as though there is a sequel planned and I look forward to reading it. The Things They've Taken is a mix of supernatural, fantasy, mythology, adventure and humor. Fun and enjoyable and worthy of a 5 star rating!
in the things they've taken, lo campbell wishes she didn't have the ability to see past the glamours of the supernatural. because now that she has seen past them, she can't unsee it. when her mother is taken by an ancient demon after casting a summoning spell, lo is determined to find her. she is told she needs the help of a tracker, and after promising a favor to a lesser demon named rashkour, she's sent in the direction of shaw. their first meeting isn't very promising. she's incredibly drawn to him and he is surly and uncooperative. as they launch their quest it's clear that there will be no end of bickering, mostly from lo, since as the strong, silent type, shaw excels at being stoic. except the more time they spend together, you start to see some cracks in his façade. he warns her not to trust anybody, and he means it. lo shouldn't trust anyone in this supernatural world. not even him. but lo can't help but be drawn to him. this quest that they're on brings them in close contact, through some pretty crazy scenarios. both lo and shaw have lost their last connection to family—only lo is lucky enough to have a chance to get hers back. this book ends on a cliffhanger, with some bombshells about shaw's real motivations being revealed. but lo and shaw's journey isn't over, and i, for one, am interested in seeing where they end up. **the things they've taken will publish on may 1, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (entangled: teen) in exchange for my honest review.
“The Things They’ve Taken” is a fascinating YA fantasy. Lo (short for Delores) begins the book confronting a lesser demon, Rashkur, to help her locate her mother. Thus begins her journey into the world of the supernatural and long search to save her mother. Her mother has always been a believer- just what she believes changes frequently as she and Lo bounce around from place to place. Finally, they seem to have settled in Kentucky, and her mother into the world of the supernatural and demons, when Lo sees her mother taken by a powerful demon. Rashkur leads Lo to a tracker, Shaw, who happens to be a very handsome teenager like Lo. Together, Lo and Shaw try to create breadcrumbs with which to follow Lo’s mother, encountering Necromancers, Elementals, and Water Sprites (among scarier beasts) on their journey. The overall story moves slowly, and I was surprised to figure out when I got about 75% of the way through that we won’t get any answers/finality in this book (and sure enough, we only get to the start of an even bigger journey). It’s clear this book is designed to launch a series, and it mainly focuses on an introduction to the idea that there are others out there (although we don’t really get the depth or breadth of this other world, since Lo is mostly kept in the dark). Each step they take leads to another small step (with a lot of effort to get there). We don’t solve the mysteries in this book and are left with a cliffhanger- I imagine this book will be quite the series, and I really wish I had the next one already. Lo was easy to like and understand- she’s lost her mother (and it’s not totally clear why she thinks it’s her fault, but… teenager logic). Shaw was harder to get to know as he’s pretty tight-lipped. The romance between them was hard to believe and mostly based on physical attraction/loneliness. I wish there would have been a few other deep conversations/more meaning exchanged between the two so that the build-up would be a little more believable. I was kind of surprised by the development. The book moves pretty quickly in terms of pace (although the overall story is just a piece of the main plot), as they encounter a lot of adventure/challenges (I won’t say exactly what so as to avoid spoilers), but I really enjoyed the pace and found it really difficult to put down! This is an exciting book, which I think will be an exciting new series, and I hope to be able to continue it soon! Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.
*2.5 stars* I really wanted to love this book. It sounded really cool and I am always down for an adventure with a cute guy. But for many reasons, I just didn’t really care for this. Firstly, I found the world building to be a bit lacking. While Shaw chooses not to share much information with Lo, it was still difficult to really grasp how big the supernatural world was and how many creatures lurk in it. The creatures we do get to meet were vividly described and, quite frankly, terrifying, but I wish I’d have been able to get a bigger picture of the world. The characters were okay. I did like Lo, especially her sense of humor. Her sarcasm and jabs added a lot of color to the dialogue and made the book more fun to read. Her determination and bravery were proved over and over again in the book and I like that she chose not to adopt the victim persona. Shaw, however, was hard to get on with for me. He has no personality. He never jokes, never laughs or smiles, and barely speaks. Shaw’s dialogue is probably under 200 words if we’re going to be honest here. I like that he did finally open up a bit about his past and how he became a Tracker, but instead of seeing him as the tragic, brooding hero, I just saw him as a flat, boring character. (I would totally steal his dog though.) Which brings me to the fact that the main characters had no chemistry. I am totally down for the “I’m just drawn to you and I’m not quite sure why” trope. I normally don’t mind insta-love honestly. But this isn’t really even insta-love, it’s just unbelievable love. Shaw barely speaks. Lo never talks about feeling a connection to him at all, let alone on a deeper level. She basically falls all over Shaw because he is pretty. There are so many awkward encounters between them that I just couldn’t buy in to the progression of their relationship. Lastly, I felt the book was just too predictable. It’s not stated but this book is obviously the first part in a trilogy. With how slow the plot progression was, I knew we weren’t going to get a real ending to the book and we didn’t. From the first occasion of Shaw disappearing to do things on his own, I knew where the plot twist was going to go. Honestly, this is just a story that I’ve read a dozen times before with different characters. If the romance had been amazing, I may have rated this higher in stars but even that was lacking for me. If you are a very forgiving reader who likes the adventure aspect more than the world building or characters, this may be a book you want to pick up. But it’s not a series that I will personally continue when the second book is released. *I received this book for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review*