Trick of the Light (Trickster Series #1)

Trick of the Light (Trickster Series #1)

by Rob Thurman

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View our feature on Rob Thurman’s Trick of the Light.When Trixa learns of a powerful artifact known as the Light of Life, she knows she’s hit the jackpot. Both sides—angel and demon—would give anything for it. But first she has to find it. And as Heaven and Hell ready for an apocalyptic throwdown, Trixa must decide where her true loyalty lies, and what she’s ready to fight for. Because in her world, if you line up on the wrong side, you pay with more than your life…

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451462886
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/01/2009
Series: Trickster Series , #1
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Rob, short for Robyn (yes, he is really a she) Thurman lives in Indiana, land of rolling hills and cows, deer, and wild turkeys. Many, many turkeys. She is also the author of the Cal Leandros Series: Nightlife, Moonshine, Madhouse, and Deathwish; has a story in the anthology Wolfsbane and Mistletoe; and is the author of Trick of the Light, the first book in the Trickster series.

Besides wild, ravenous turkeys, she has a dog (if you don’t have a dog, how do you live?)—one hundred pounds of Siberian husky. He looks like a wolf, has paws the size of a person’s hand, ice blue eyes, teeth out of a Godzilla movies, and the ferocious habit of hiding under the kitchen table and peeing on himself when strangers come by. Fortunately, she has another dog that is a little more invested in keeping the food source alive. By the way, the dogs were adopted from shelters. They were fully grown, already housetrained, and grateful as hell. Think about it next time you’re looking for a Rover or Fluffy.

For updates, teasers, deleted scenes, and various other extras, visit Rob Thurman's website and her LiveJournal.

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She observed him from her chosen cover, as she'd done twice before. The first two times he'd been chopping wood, but today, after a heavy snowfall appropriate for the third week of December, he was shoveling the sidewalk. Today was the day she'd take him.

Heart in her mouth, she watched as he cleared the snow with carefully controlled violence. Every movement was exactly the same as the one before. Each slide of the shovel was strictly parallel to previous marks. And in his fierce control, she saw his rage, tamped and contained by will alone—like a pipe bomb.

Flattening herself and breathing lightly so he wouldn't see her, she considered how she would do it. From behind, she thought, as fast as possible, to give him no time to react. One quick movement and it would all be over—if she didn't lose her courage, as she had the first two times.

Something told her that it had to be today, that she wouldn't get a fourth opportunity. He was wary and disciplined—and if he weren't so angry, surely his senses, werewolf sharp, would have discovered her hiding place in the snow beneath the fir trees lining his front yard.

She shook with the stress of what she planned. Ambush. Weak and cowardly, but it was the only way she could take him. And it needed to be done, because it was only a matter of time before he lost the control that kept him shoveling to a steady beat while the wolf raged inside him. And when his control failed, people would die.

Dangerous. He could be so fast. If she screwed this up, he could kill her. She had to trust that her own werewolf reflexes were up to this. It needed to be done. Resolution gave her strength. It would be today.


Charles heard the SUV, but he didn't look up.

He'd turned off his cell and continued to ignore the cool voice of his father in his head until it went away. There was no one who lived near him on the snow-packed mountain road—so the SUV was just the next step in his father's determination to make him toe the line.

"Hey, Chief."

It was a new wolf, Robert, sent here to the Aspen Creek Pack by his own Alpha because of his lack of control. Sometimes the Marrok could help; other times he just had to clean up the mess. If Robert couldn't learn discipline, it would probably be Charles's job to dispose of him. If Robert didn't learn manners, the disposal job wouldn't bother Charles as much as it should.

That Bran had sent Robert to deliver his message told Charles just how furious his da was.

"Chief!" The man didn't even bother getting out of the car. There weren't many people Charles extended the privilege of calling him anything but his given name, and this pup wasn't one of them.

Charles stopped shoveling and looked at the other wolf, let him see just what he was messing with. The man lost his grin, paled, and dropped his eyes instantly, his heart making the big blood vessel in his neck throb with sudden fear.

Charles felt petty. And he resented it, resented his pettiness and the roiling anger that caused it. Inside him Brother Wolf smelled Robert's weakness and liked it. The stress of defying the Marrok, his Alpha, had left Brother Wolf wanting blood. Robert's would do.

"I . . . ah."

Charles didn't say anything. Let the fool work for it. He lowered his eyelids and watched the man squirm some more. The scent of his fear pleased Brother Wolf—and made Charles feel a little sick at the same time. Usually, he and Brother Wolf were in better harmony—or maybe the real problem was that he wanted to kill someone, too.

"The Marrok wants to see you."

Charles waited a full minute, knowing how long that time would seem to his father's message boy. "That's it?"

"Yes, sir."

That "sir" was a far cry from "Hey, Chief."

"Tell him I'll come after my walk is cleared." And he went back to work.

After a few scrapes of his shovel, he heard the SUV turn around in the narrow road. The vehicle spun out, then grabbed traction and headed back to the Marrok's, fishtailing with Robert's urgent desire to get away. Brother Wolf was smugly satisfied; Charles tried not to be. Charles knew he shouldn't bait his father by defying his orders—especially not in front of a wolf who needed guidance as Robert did. But Charles needed the time.

He had to be in better control of himself before he faced the Marrok again. He needed real control that would allow him to lay out his argument logically and explain why the Marrok was wrongheaded—instead of simply bashing heads with him the way they had the last four times Charles had spoken to him. Not for the first time, he wished for a more facile tongue. His brother could sometimes change the Marrok's mind—but he never had. This time, Charles knew his father was wrong.

And now he'd worked himself up into a fine mood.

He focused on the snow and took a deep breath of cold air—and something heavy landed on his shoulders, dropping him facedown in the snow. Sharp teeth and a warm mouth touched his neck and were gone as quickly as the weight that had dropped him.

Without moving, he opened his eyes to slits, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sky-eyed black wolf facing him warily . . . with a tail that waved tentatively and paws that danced in the snow, claws extending and retracting like a cat's with nervous excitement.

And it was as though something clicked inside Brother Wolf, turning off the roiling anger that had been churning in Charles's gut for the past couple of weeks. The relief of that was enough to drop his head back into the snow. Only with her, only ever with her, did Brother Wolf settle down wholly. And a few weeks were not enough time to get used to the miracle of it—or to keep him from being too stupid to ask for her help.

Which was why she'd planned this ambush, of course.

When he was up to it, he'd explain to her how dangerous it was for her to attack him without warning. Though Brother Wolf had apparently known exactly who it was who'd attacked: he'd let them be taken down in the snow.

The cold felt good against his face.

The frozen stuff squeaked under her paws, and she made an anxious sound, proof that she hadn't noticed when he'd looked at her. Her nose was cold as it touched his ear and he steeled himself not to react. Playing dead with his face buried in the snow, his smile was free to grow.

The cold nose retreated, and he waited for it to come back within reach, his body limp and lifeless. She pawed at him, and he let his body rock—but when she nipped his backside, he couldn't help but jerk away with a sharp sound.

Faking dead was useless after that, so he rolled over and rose to a crouch.

She got out of reach quickly and turned back to look at him. He knew that she couldn't read anything in his face. He knew it. He had too much practice controlling all of his expressions.

But she saw something that had her dropping her front half down to a crouch and loosening her lower jaw in a wolfish grin—a universal invitation to play. He rolled forward, and she took off with a yip of excitement.

They wrestled all over the front yard—making a mess of his carefully tended walk and turning the pristine snow into a battleground of foot-and-body prints. He stayed human to even the odds, because Brother Wolf outweighed her by sixty or eighty pounds and his human form was almost her weight. She didn't use her claws or teeth against his vulnerable skin.

He laughed at her mock growls when she got him down and went for his stomach—then laughed again at the icy nose she shoved under his coat and shirt, more ticklish than any fingers in the sensitive spots on the sides of his belly.

He was careful never to pin her down, never to hurt her, even by accident. That she'd risk this was a statement of trust that warmed him immensely—but he never let Brother Wolf forget that she didn't know them well and had more reason than most to fear him and what he was: male and dominant and wolf.

He heard the car drive up. He could have stopped their play, but Brother Wolf had no desire to take up a real battle yet. So he grabbed her hind foot and tugged it as he rolled out of reach of gleaming fangs.

And he ignored the rich scent of his father's anger—a scent that faded abruptly.

Anna was oblivious to his father's presence. Bran could do that, fade into the shadows as if he were just another man and not the Marrok. All of her attention was on Charles—and it made Brother Wolf preen that even the Marrok was second to them in her attentions. It worried the man because, untrained to use her wolf senses, someday she might not notice some danger that would get her killed. Brother Wolf was sure that they could protect her and shook off Charles's worry, dragging him back into the joy of play.

He heard his father sigh and strip out of his clothing as Anna made a run for it and Charles chased her all the way around the house. She used the trees in the back as barriers to keep him at bay when he got too close. Her four clawed feet gave her more traction than his boots did, and she could get around the trees faster.

At last he chased her out of the trees, and she bolted back around the house with him hot on her trail. She rounded the corner to the front yard and froze at the sight of his father in wolf shape, waiting for them.

It was all Charles could do to not keep going through her like a running back. As it was, he took her legs right out from under her as he changed his run into a slide.

Before he could check to see if she was okay, a silver missile was on him and the whole fight changed abruptly. Charles had been mostly in control of the action when it was just he and Anna, but with the addition of his father, he was forced to an earnest application of muscle, speed, and brain to keep the two wolves, black and silver, from making him eat snow.

At last he lay flat on his back, with Anna on his legs and his father's fangs touching the sides of his throat in mock threat.

"Okay," he said, relaxing his body in surrender. "Okay. I give up."

The words were more than just an end to play. He'd tried. But in the end, the Alpha's word was law. Whatever followed would follow. So he submitted as easily as any pup in the pack to his father's dominance.

The Marrok lifted his head and removed himself from Charles's chest. He sneezed and shook off snow as Charles sat up and pulled his legs out from under Anna.

"Thanks," he told her, and she gave him a happy grin. He gathered up the clothes from the hood of his father's car and opened the door to the house. Anna bounced into the living room and trotted down the hall to the bedroom. He tossed his father's clothes into the bathroom, and when his father followed them, shut the door behind the white-tipped tail.

He had hot chocolate and soup ready when his father emerged, his face flushed with the effort of the change, his eyes hazel and human once more.

He and his da didn't look much alike. Charles took after his Salish mother and Bran was Welsh through and through, with sandy hair and prominent features that usually wore a deceptively earnest expression, which was currently nowhere in evidence. Despite the play, Bran didn't look particularly happy.

Charles didn't bother trying to talk. He had nothing to say anyway. His grandfather had told him once that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them. His grandfather had been a medicine man and talked like that sometimes. And he was usually right.

He handed his da a cup of hot chocolate.

"Your wife called me last night." Bran's voice was gruff.

"Ah." He hadn't known that. Anna must have done it while he'd been out trying to outrun his frustrations.

"She told me I wasn't hearing what you were saying," Da said. "I told her that I heard you tell me quite clearly that I was an idiot for going to Seattle to meet with the European delegation—as did most of the rest of the pack."

Tactful, that's me, thought Charles, who decided sipping his cocoa was better than opening his mouth.

"And I asked him if you were in the habit of arguing with him without a good reason," said Anna breezily as she slipped by his father and brushed against Charles. She was wearing his favorite brown sweater. On her it hung halfway down her thighs and buried her shape in cocoa-colored wool. Brother Wolf liked it when she wore his clothes.

She should have looked like a refugee, but somehow she didn't. The color turned her skin to porcelain and brought out rich highlights in her light brown hair. It also emphasized her freckles—which he adored.

She hopped up on the counter and purred happily as she snagged the cocoa he'd made for her.

"And then she hung up," said his father in disgruntled tones.

"Mmm," said Anna. Charles couldn't tell if she was responding to the hot chocolate or his father.

"And she refused to pick up the phone when I called back." His father wasn't pleased.

Not so comfortable having someone around who doesn't instantly obey you, old man? Charles thought—just as his father met his eye.

Bran's sudden laugh told Charles that his da wasn't really upset.

"Frustrating," Charles ventured.

"He yelled at me," Anna said serenely, tapping her forehead. The Marrok could speak to any of his wolves mind to mind, though he couldn't read their thoughts no matter how much it felt like that was what he was doing. He was just damnably good at reading people. "I ignored him, and he went away eventually."

"No fun fighting someone who doesn't fight back," Charles said.

"Without someone to argue with, I knew he'd have to think about what I said," Anna told them smugly. "If only to come up with the right words to squelch me the next time he talked to me."

She hadn't reached even a quarter of a century yet, they hadn't been mated a full month—and she was already arranging them all to suit herself. Brother Wolf was pleased with the mate he'd found for them.

Charles set down his cup and folded his arms over his chest. He knew he looked intimidating, that was his intention. But when Anna leaned away from him, just a little, he dropped his arms and hooked his thumbs in his jeans and made his shoulders relax. And his voice was gentler than he'd meant it to be. "Manipulating Bran has a tendency to backfire," he told her. "I'd recommend against it."

But his father rubbed his mouth and sighed loudly. "So," said his father. "Why is it that you think it would be disastrous for me to go to Seattle?"

Charles rounded on his father, his resolve to quit fighting Bran on his decision to go to Seattle all but forgotten. "The Beast is coming, and you ask me that?"

"Who?" Anna asked.

"Jean Chastel, the Beast of Gévaudan," Charles told her. "He likes to eat his prey—and his prey is mostly human."

"He stopped that," Bran said coolly.

"Please," Charles snapped, "don't mouth something you don't believe to me—It smells perilously close to a lie. The Beast was forced to stop killing openly, but a tiger doesn't change his stripes. He's still doing it. You know it as well as I do." He could have pointed out other things—Jean had a taste for human flesh, the younger the better. But Anna had already experienced what happened when a wolf turned monstrous. He didn't want to be the one to tell her that there were worse beasts out there than her former Alpha and his mate. His father knew what Jean Chastel was.

Bran conceded the point. "Yes. Almost certainly he is. But I'm not a helpless human, he won't kill me." He looked at Charles narrowly. "Which you know. So why do you think it will be dangerous?"

He was right. Take the Beast out of the picture, and it still made him ill to think of his father going. The Beast was the most obvious, provable danger.

"I just know," Charles said, finally. "But it is your decision to make." His gut clenched in anticipation of just how bad it was going to be.

"You still don't have a logical reason."

"No." Charles forced his body to accept his defeat and kept his eyes on the floor.

His da looked out the little window where the mountains lay draped in winter white.

"Your mother did that," he said. "She'd make a statement without any real support at all, and I was supposed to just take her word for it."

Anna was looking at his da with bright expectancy.

Bran smiled at her, then raised his cup toward the mountains. "I learned the hard way that she was usually right. Frustrating doesn't come close to covering it."

"So," he said, turning his attention back to Charles. "They are on their way already, I can't cancel it now—and it needs to be done. Announcing to the real world that there are werewolves among them will affect the European wolves as much, if not more, than it does us. They deserve their chance to be heard and told why we are doing it. It should come from me, but you would be an acceptable substitute. It will cause some offense, though, and you will have to deal with that."

Relief flooded Charles with an abruptness that had him leaning against the countertop in sudden weakness, as the all-consuming sense of absolute and utter disaster slid away and left him whole. Charles looked at his mate.

"My grandfather would have loved to have met you," he told her huskily. "He would have called you 'She Moves Trees Out of His Path.'"

She looked lost, but his Da laughed. He'd known the old man, too.

"He called me 'He Who Must Run into Trees,'" Charles explained, and in a spirit of honesty, a need for his mate to know who he was, he continued, "Or sometimes 'Running Eagle.'"

"'Running Eagle'?" Anna puzzled it over, frowning at him. "What's wrong with that?"

"Too stupid to fly," murmured his father with a little smile. "That old man had a wicked tongue—wicked and clever, so it stuck until he dinged you with your next offense." He tilted his head at Charles. "But you were a lot younger then—and I am not so solid an object as a tree. You feel better if you—"

Anna cleared her throat pointedly.

His da smiled at her. "If you and Anna go instead?"

"Yes." Charles paused because there was something more, but the house was too busy with modern things for the spirits to talk to him clearly. Usually that was a good thing. When they got too demanding, he sometimes retreated to his office, where the computers and electronics kept them out entirely. Still, there was something in him that breathed easier now that his father had agreed not to go. "Not safe, but better. When do you want us in Seattle?"


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Trick of the Light (Trickster Series #1) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 61 reviews.
Erosbooks More than 1 year ago
This was an awesome book! At first, I admit I was leery about reading another series by Rob Thurman. There are few authors I follow that can consistently maintain two series, much less three without character bleed-over. An while Trixa was as all sarcastic and snarky as Cal, she was refreshingly original. Rob Thurman managed to create a heroine that was just as formidable if not moreso than Cal and Niko. Trixa's mind would be terrible place to be trapped within! A person could easily find themselves lost within the first two steps. All the clues to the final conclusion were laid bare within the book and all I could feel was awe at the love she bore her brother and the lengths she would go to find his killer.
ca.bookwyrm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I¿d heard great things about Rob's work, and decided to try this one since it was the first book in a new series. I¿m glad I picked it up; it was a fun read, with an enjoyable premise.The cover blurb had a comment that annoyed me, though. It said something about ¿you¿ll never guess the twist!¿ So of course, that made me look for the twist. (I didn¿t see it, but I¿m not sure it was written in way that guessing the full twist was possible, so it¿s not really a fair comment.) There were parts of the twist that I guessed, and that was fun. But really, the ¿twist¿ almost felt like cheating. It made the final battle rather anti-climactic.On the other hand, now that the twist has been revealed, I find the already-interesting characters so much more intriguing. I¿m looking forward to the second book (which I think is already out, given that this was not a new release when I bought it, and it sat on my shelf for a while before I read it) to see where the characters as we now know them go with their lives.One thing I really liked was the lack of attempted demon redemption. Also the lack of ¿the demon¿s love for the heroine makes him pure enough to sleep with her without corrupting her¿ nonsense that you find in so many books these days. Yes, I understand the love of the Bad Boy. But, c¿mon. Really. There¿s Bad Boy and there¿s DEMON. I am very glad that the distinction was made in TRICK OF THE LIGHT. It¿s almost like Rob Thurman was complaining about the trend in UF herself¿It¿s hard to talk about this book without giving spoilers for the ending¿ hmm. Let¿s leave it at this: I LIKE this book. I like the characters, and the plot, and even the twist, though I typically prefer twists that I feel like I have a chance at figuring out. This one I didn¿t even have the illusion of a hint. It¿s not my new favorite book, but it¿s a series I intend to continue. And that¿s worth a lot.
kcaroth1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I had a difficult time with this novel at the beginning. Author Rob Thurman seemed to be trying very hard to hint at what was coming but just made it more confusing. I did find myself enjoying it much more in the second half of the book as it started finally coming together with a little more focus. It was an entertaining take on various mythologies and I will likely try the next in the series.
cissa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting premises, though I'm personally not that fond of angels/demons in these sorts of novels; I think the theology gets way too complicated. I'd argue, though, that Thurman handled it all better than most do. The protagonist's voice was rather grating at first, but was much less annoying by the end of the book. I'll probably read another in the series.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An interesting story somewhat muddied by a convoluted plot that seems to have moved around the place trying hard to confuse and lay red herrings to taste. It was interesting but it felt a bit like a first book and in some ways left me feeling a bit cold about some of the people involved. I don't think I really cared enough about the characters when things happened to some of them. I was taken by surprise by the twist at the end and it did improve my opinion of the book and make me want to hunt up the sequel, I'm not all that rushed about it. Trixa Iktomi is a bar owner and demon hunter with a strange relationship with a demon and with a strange group of demon hunters. She's not sure about who is on her side and this complicates her life. She has a plan, though, and nothing is going to stop her from getting her revenge for her brother's death.Readable but not impressive.
saltypepper on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A urban fantasy with extreme strengths and weaknesses. I found the main character grew on me as I went along. At first I wasn't sure I'd be able to get through it as her voice grated on me so badly. I figured out one half of the Big! Sneaky! Plot! Twist! pretty early on. It's not like there weren't hints strewn all throughout. The other half did feel a little Deus Ex Machina, as another reviewer said, but since we have a sequel to see how it will play out with the characters in question I'm not as annoyed as I might be. The bad guys were boring. BTDT demons with nothing particularly outstanding about them. Eli in particular reminds me of Perry from Lilith Saintcrow's Jill Kismet. I'll see what's what with the next one. If it's more of the same, I'm done.
jshillingford on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Like so many others, I love Thurman's Cal Leandros series so I immediately ordered Trick of the Light. I wanted to see how she handles a female protagonist. Unfortunately, I wasn't impressed with Trixa. Honestly, I didn't like her. She seemed to be trying way too hard to be a bad a@@, and I had trouble getting invested in the revenge storyline. Cal was more sympathetic and outright interesting because he was an unwilling party to the hidden supernatural world, and he had a history and family that made him relatable. Secondary characters were given sufficient development. Readers don't know much about Trixa other than she loves red, she owns a bar and her brother was murdered by a demon. Trixa's main partner, Leo, says very little and is a complete mystery until the end, and Zeke and Griffin are one dimensional. Despite the implied quest of searching for the "Light of Life," there wasn't much going on in the book except for Trixa's numerous pissing contests with demons that should've been able to crush her like a bug. And the villains were cardboard cutouts.The conclusion did have a couple big twists/surprises that I didn't anticipate - mainly because, as another reviewer pointed out, it was deux ex machina. None of these are uncommon issues in urban fantasy, and that may be why this was disappointing. Nightlife was very original, Trick of the Light felt like something I have read before.However, there were some very good things going for the book. I loved how Thurman wove the story into the universe she already created with Cal Leandros. Trixa fights demons in Vegas, and the explanation for why we haven't seen them in NY is clever. Robin Goodfellow makes a cameo (with the potential for more in the future), we find out what Ishiah is (albeit indirectly) and the battle between "above and below" is unique in how it is executed within an urban fantasy setting. And though the ending was a bit of a cheat, I enjoyed the surprise anyway. I finally felt some enthusiasm for the characters. And with this improved understanding of who Trixa is, I think the next book has a better starting place to pull readers into her world.Overall, this wasn't nearly as good as her other series, but I will read the next book before giving up on it. The author took a gamble by not giving Trixa more substance in order to make her more mysterious. I don't think it worked, but it also shouldn't be an issue for the next book. Thurman is an excellent writer.
flemmily on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Quite good! Intriguing characters, with great familial relationships. Demons seem to be the new vampires. I'm not as intrigued by this mythology, but Thurman shapes it into an interesting tale.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I rarely give a book or series more than 4 stars as everything generally can use some improvement. This story, the short story that is a 10 year prelude to it and the follow up book to me were simply outstanding. I read one review that didn't get the plot, character or story line but I loved all 3. I think the clue to understanding all 3 is to keep in mind that the character is a trickster first and foremost. I actually prefer these stories to her other series. The story was told in an entertaining style, the character may have been a lier but told many life truths as well. I really wish Rob Thurman would add more to this series but as the last book was written about 2010 from what I find on the net it doesn't seem as if she will. Quite sadly really as several of my friends and I would have been devout followers. Oh, and that reviewer (possible spoiler alert) who was unhappy about the homosexuality twist in the story as being not needed. To me it was obvious and I felt played quite well into the story line. Not to mention why not? I won't say more or I feel it would reveal to much but people it's OK for individuals to be gay in stories even for "No Reason". I mean does ever character have to be Straight? Is there a "Reason" for That? If you buy this book, have any sense of humor, like mythology in any way not to mention paranormal stories I think you'll like this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really loved the surprise ending! Great suspence and character development.
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One of the best books ever in the paranormal genre! Clever, funny, action packed...just loved it!....Loved all the "good" characters...hated all the "bad"....more, please and soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i was looking for a new author and picked up this and the first in the Cal Leandros series. loved this book, have read it multiple times. I liked how it does not end with everything being a happy ending, sometimes life is a curve , a step to the left or shy of center. great characters
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If you ever lived near a casino you'll find yourself quietly laughing at the nuances which Rob(yn) brings to the forefront and outlines a particular idea about the evil in all mankinds heart; let alone what may be in the mind of a demon. Yet, you'll "smell brimstone" right after that red-tail, black blood, Hellion is returned to its rightful place for a time by some unique individuals. I turned to this first book after having consumed the "Cal & Niko" series; which I had already read thrice before taking up this book due to impatience waiting the next "Cal& Niko Leandros" book. Keep up the good work and I'll keep reading.. As I suggest others do too.
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