Vanished (Greywalker Series #4)

Vanished (Greywalker Series #4)

by Kat Richardson

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The toughest case yet for Greywalker Harper Blaine...

Why did Seattle investigator Harper Blaine-as opposed to others with near-death experiences-become a Greywalker? When Harper digs into her own past, she unearths some unpleasant truths about her father's early death as well as a mysterious puzzle. Forced by some very demanding vampires to take on an investigation in London, she soon discovers her present trouble sin England are entangled with her dark past back in Seattle-and her ultimate destiny as a Greywalker.

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ISBN-13: 9780451462992
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/03/2010
Series: Greywalker Series , #4
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 218,615
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Kat Richardson lives on a sailboat in Seattle with her husband, a crotchety old cat, and two ferrets. She rides a motorcycle, shoots target pistol, and does not own a TV.

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When I was a kid, my life seemed to be run by other people's designs and not bymine. Once the time was ripe, I escaped from the life other people pushed me into andmade my own. Or so I thought. Now it appears I was wrong about…well, everything. ButI’ll get to that later.

Two years ago, I died for a couple of minutes. When I woke up, things hadchanged: I could see ghosts and magic and things that go bump in the night. You see,there is a thin space between the normal and the paranormal—the Grey—where thingsthat aren’t quite one or the other roam. It’s not a place most people can visit; evenwitches and psychics only reach into the surging tide of power and the uncanny and haulout what they need. But once in a while there’s someone like me: a Greywalker, with afoot on each side of the line and fully immersed in the weird.

Sounds cool? Not so much. Some of my friends in the know are fascinated by it,but to me it’s more frequently a royal pain in the ass. Because when I can see themonsters, they can see me, and if they have problems, I’m the go-to girl. I’ve been aprofessional private investigator for ten years, and it’s a job I’ve come to practice on bothsides of the veil because ghosts, vampires, and witches just don’t take no for an answer.Since I’d died, I’d made my accommodation with the Grey and I thought I had it prettywell figured, even if some things were still a mystery to me, like, “why me” and “howdoes this stuff work?” It just did, and I did my best to get along. Until May of this year,when things got rather personal, starting with strange dreams and a phone call from thedead.

It started just like it had in real life: The man belts me in the temple and it feelslike my head is caving in. I tumble out of the chair, onto the hardwood floor. In the dreamI can see its pattern of dark and light wood making a ribbon around the edge of the room,like a magic circle to contain the terror.

I grope for my purse, for the gun, for anything that will stop him from beating meto death this time. I am still too slow. He rounds the edge of the desk and comes after me.I roll up onto my knees and try to hit him below the belt.

He dodges, swings, and connects with the back of my head. Then he kicks me inthe ribs as I collapse again. This time I don’t shriek—I don’t have the air—and that’show I know something’s changed. It’s not just a memory; it’s a nightmare.The man’s foot swings for my face and I push it up, over my head, tipping himbackward. As he falls, I scramble for the door into the hall. This time I’ll get out. Thistime I won’t die.…

But he catches up and grabs onto my ponytail—an impossible rope of hair a yard,a mile long and easy to grip. Was it really so long? I can’t even remember it down to myhips like that. But in the dream it’s a lariat that loops around my neck and hauls my headback until I’m looking into the man’s face.

But it’s my father, not the man who beat my head in. Not the square-jawed,furious face of a killer, but the bland, doe-eyed face that winked like the moon when Iwas tucked into my childhood bed. He read me Babar books and kissed my cheek when Iwas young. Now he calls me “little girl,” and slams my skull into the doorpost.I don’t fight back this time. I just wrench loose, leaving my long hair in his hand.He lets me go and I stumble toward the ancient brass elevator, my legs wobbling and mypace ragged. I feel tears flooding down my cheeks, and the world spins into a narrowingtunnel.

I see the elegant old elevator at the end of the tunnel, the gleaming metalgrillwork shuffling itself into shape, as if it is formed from the magical grid of the Grey.

There’s a vague human figure inside, beyond the half-formed doors. There never wasanyone there before.…

I stagger and fall to my knees at the elevator door. The ornate brass gates slideopen and I tumble into the lift, sprawling like a broken toy at someone’s feet.He’s much too tall from my position down on the floor: a giant blue denim treecrowned with silvery hair. My dream vision zooms up and in, and something tightens inmy chest until I can feel it strain to the breaking point.

Will Novak, my ex-boyfriend, looks down at me with a cool glance. “Oh. It’syou,” he says.

The too-tight thing in my chest pings and breaks. Pain lashes through me like theunwinding mainspring of a broken clock.

I woke up with a scream in my mouth that twisted into shuddering tears. I huddledinto my bed and cried, feeling that something had been wrecked or wrenched apart in away I didn’t understand. I wished I was cuddled up with Quinton in his safe little holeunder the streets and not alone with the lingering desolation of my nightmare.I’m not much for emotional outbursts. They’re counterproductive and ugly andthey tend to put someone at a disadvantage. Even alone in my condo I felt a littleashamed of weeping like a brat, and I was glad the ferret wasn’t going to tell anyone. ButI still felt bad about it.

The dream was a bad start to a bad day filled with unpaid bills, lying clients,dead-end investigations, and ghosts behaving badly. So with the past and my death on mymind, I guess it wasn’t such a surprise that I got a phone call from a dead boyfriend. Thedead seem to have a thing about phones.

I didn’t recognize the number, but that never stops me. I answered the phone,“Harper Blaine,” like usual.

“Hiya, Slim.”

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“Ahhh…no. I had to whistle pretty hard, but I think I got it right.”

Whistle? What the—?

“Hey,” the voice continued, “you know how to whistle, don’t ya?”v

I couldn’t stop myself from finishing the quote. “You just put your lipstogether…and blow.” That was Slim Browning’s line from To Have and Have Not.

Lauren Bacall to Humphrey Bogart. My favorite film. It was someone else’s favoritefilm, too.…

He laughed. “I knew you wouldn’t forget.”

A chill ran over me. “Who is this?”

“You’re disappointing me, Slim. It’s Cary.”

“Cary…?” I echoed, feeling queasy.

“Malloy. From LA.”

Cary Malloy had mentored me through my first two years as a professionalinvestigator. We’d broken the rules about interoffice romances. Then he’d died in a caraccident on Mulholland Drive. Two fast cars racing on the twisty road with a distractingview across the nighttime basin of lights; a bad curve; Cary’s car parked on the shoulderas he observed a subject’s house, pretending to admire the view; one car swinging a littletoo wide, sliding out the side of the curve…I hadn’t been there, but I always felt as if Ihad, as if I’d heard the sound of the cars colliding, scraping across the road in showers ofsparks and the screech of metal. The two cars had tumbled over the cliff, milling downthe canyon side as the third rushed away into the darkness.

The subject had called it in. After all, it had happened right across the street, andthe small fire started in the dry chaparral by hot metal and spilling gas was a menace. Theentangled state of the burning cars made it plain both drivers were long dead by the timeLA County Fire arrived. The residents of the canyon had simply stood at the edge of theroad and watched. There was nothing else they could do.

My silence gave my thoughts away, I suppose. Cary’s voice said, “Yeah…dyingreally bit.”

My own voice shook a little when I replied, “That’s what I hear. Umm…why didyou call?”

“It’s complicated.” I could almost hear him shrug. “But, look, I have to tell you—“

He choked and coughed, his voice straining now. “Have to say, it’s not what youthink.”

I could hear a noise, a crackling sound.

“You don’t know what you really are, Slim. You need to come here and look intothe past,” he muttered, his voice fading as if he was moving away from the phone.“There’re things…waiting for you.…”

“Cary? What things? Cary!” I shouted at the phone, feeling tears building andtrembling over my eyelids.

But he’d already faded away, and the flat, dull hum of the dial tone was the onlysound from the phone. I put the receiver down and pressed my hand over my mouth,squeezing my eyes shut against the burning of saltwater tears. Coming on the heels of thenightmare, this was too much. But I wasn’t going to cry. Not over Cary Malloy. Notagain and after so much time. I wasn’t twelve anymore, and blubbering wasn’t going tohelp anything.

I wasn’t crying when Quinton came tapping at my office door a few minutes later,but I must have looked pretty horrible. He glanced at me and slid in, locking the doorbehind himself as he dropped his backpack on the floor. He crouched down beside mychair and tried to catch my eye.

“Is the ferret OK?”

I frowned in confusion. “What? Why are you asking that?”

“Because you look like your best friend just died. What’s wrong?”

“I just got a phone call from a guy who’s been dead for eight years.”

“That’s never bothered you before.”

“I used to date him. He died in a car wreck.”

Quinton straightened and leaned on the edge of my desk. “That is a little weirderthan normal. What did he want?”

“I’m not sure. He wasn’t very clear. He wanted me to come…someplace and lookinto the past. He said things aren’t what I think—he said I’m not what I think. And thenhe faded out.”

“Was he always a cryptic pain in the ass, or is that new since his death?”I had to snort a laugh—it was kind of funny imagining clean-cut, preppy Cary inthe role of oracular spirit. “No! He loved spy novels, but he himself was about as crypticas a bowl of cereal. He didn’t hide information; he just kept his mouth shut if he didn’twant things to get out.”

“But he called you. After eight years. Maybe I have some competition here.…”I made a face. “I don’t think so. But that’s not the only weird thing. I dreamedabout my death last night.”

Quinton looked uncomfortable and sat down on the edge of my desk so he couldavoid looking me straight in the eye. “You mean…in the future?” Some things still freakout even Quinton, I guess.

“No, I mean when this all started two years ago; when I died in that elevator,” Iexplained. “I don’t see the future.”

He gnawed on his lower lip and thought a bit, holding my hands in both of his.

His grip was warm and comforting, loosening a tension in my shoulders I hadn’t noticeduntil it slid away. “It’s an interesting coincidence. Do you think it’s more than that?”

I made a face and shook my head, slightly disgusted with the direction my thoughts were turning. “I have decreasing confidence in coincidence. Freaky Grey eventsalmost never ‘just happen’ together. It’s like a pond where the ripples of one event canset off a whole series of others.”

Quinton raised his eyebrows expectantly but said nothing.

I sighed. “All right. I have the feeling that something’s building up. There’s a lothappening around here lately with the ghosts and vampires and magical things. I havethree open cases right now involving ghosts, and Edward’s been sending moreinvitations—of various kinds—for me to come to work for him. You know how much hewants to control me.”

“Yeah. The vampires have been kind of restless lately here in Pioneer Square,”Quinton added. “Do you think that’s something Edward’s doing to get to you?”Edward Kammerling was the leader of Seattle’s vampire pack; he was also thefounder of TPM, one of Seattle’s biggest development groups in a city historically run bydevelopers of various stripes.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I can’t see how he’d benefit from drawing attention, doyou?”

“No,” Quinton confirmed, shaking his head with a grim set to his mouth. “Buteven with the stunners I gave to some of the homeless to drive the bloodsuckers away,there’s definitely more biting going on. But it’s kind of hit and run—I’m not seeing apattern, just an increasing frequency of attacks.”

Quinton had developed cheap, battery-operated shock prods that he called“stunners” that incapacitated vampires for a few minutes. The jolt was not strong enoughto kill them but enough to give the near-victim a head start on running away. He’ddistributed them to some of the more-stable of Pioneer Square’s indigent population toreduce their chance of being an unwilling vampire lunch. Most of the “undergrounders,”as we called them—the homeless who lived in the hidden spaces under the city or simplypreferred life below the rest of the world’s radar—didn’t always know their assailantswere undead and they didn’t care. They just wanted to be left alone, like Quinton himself.He was their personal mad scientist.

“It could be another faction war.…” I suggested. When I’d first fallen into theGrey, I’d discovered that vampires jockey for position constantly. At the time there’dbeen at least three individuals who wanted Edward’s head on a plate and were looking forways to get it. One was now dead—or re-dead if you prefer—one was apparently bidinghis time, and the other was currently holding to an uneasy agreement I’d helped tohammer out.

“Could be,” Quinton admitted. “But who knows?” Still knitting his brows, hemuttered to himself, “I wish I knew when ghosts were more active. If there’s a rise inparanormal activity…”

“Then what?” I asked.

“Huh?” he grunted, jerking out of his thoughts. “I’m not sure, but I’d like toknow. Maybe there’s a correlation between ghost activity and vampire activity, or maybethere’s something more personal here. I mean, if your dead boyfriend thinks there arethings you should know and if there’s a rise in paranormal activity at the same time, I’dthink that’s significant. But we don’t know what it’s indicative of. I wish I had somemore equipment.…”

Quinton was having a geek moment—that sort of glazed-eyed mental gymnasticssession that ends in the discovery of penicillin or the invention of the Super Soaker andthe resulting battalion of wet cats. I left him to it while I pondered what he’d just said.

There was a lot more going on in the paranormal than usual. Cary’s strange callonly highlighted the fact that the activity seemed higher around me, something I’d beeneither missing to or ignoring. It was unwise for me to turn a cold shoulder or blind eye tothat sort of thing. Usually I don’t put a lot of trust in the words of ghosts—they tend to lieor know only a fractured, incomplete version of the truth, just like live people. But Caryhad more weight with me when alive than most people, and his sudden call had comewith the freight train impact of the dream that preceded it. If that was a coincidence I’deat the proverbial hat.

“I’m going to Los Angeles,” I announced.

Quinton twitched from his reverie and raised his eyebrows at me. “Why?”

“Because I can’t think of any place else Cary could mean by ‘here’ when he said Ineeded to ‘come here and look into the past.’ There’s too much of my past coming up allat once, too much strangeness, for his call to be meaningless. I know this isn’t the besttime to go,” I added, stopping Quinton before whatever words forming on his lipsdropped into the air, “but if there’s really something going on that will affect me, maybe Ishould get a jump on it first.”

“You sound like you think I’m going to argue with you.”


He shook his head. “Oh no, Harper. I’m not getting between you and a case. Iknow better.”

“A case? This isn’t a case. It’s me.”

“Even worse. If you think there really is an answer in your past to what’s goingon now, or to why you are what you are or how you got that way, I know nothing willstop you from pursuing it. I’m not going to throw myself in front of a runaway train. I’llhold the fort here and I’ll look after the ferret, and we’ll take on whatever’s going on inSeattle when you get back. I think Chaos and I can manage that.”

Chaos, my pet ferret, adored Quinton and his many pockets. Quinton was morethan capable of keeping tabs on the strange and otherworldly while I was away. Hecouldn’t do much more, but unless hell literally broke loose and rose to the surface ofSeattle’s streets, I didn’t think he’d have to.

I bit my lip, uncomfortable about heading back to the place I’d escaped from andnot sure I liked the idea of being a “case,” or having to look at my past, or tracking downan old, dead boyfriend to find out what he was talking about, or dealing—as I would haveto—with my mother, either.

Maybe all that showed on my face. Quinton gave me a crooked smile and leanedforward to kiss my cheek, murmuring, “The sooner you’re started, the sooner you’redone, right? And then you’re back with me, and whatever’s wrong, we’ll fix it.”That did put me over the edge, and I clutched him close and kissed him back veryhard. I could feel the pent up tears flow down my cheeks and a juddering sensation shookmy chest. Why does love feel like hiccups? I snuggled into the warm sensation for amoment before I got back to the drudgery.

I’d have to rearrange my schedule, but no matter how much I didn’t like the idea,it appeared Los Angeles and my mother were inevitable.


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Vanished (Greywalker Series #4) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 104 reviews.
Dogeye More than 1 year ago
The vampires are restless, and the head vampire in Seatle, has requested services of the local greywalker, namely Harper Blaine, who just happens to be on the cusp of discovering the events behind her father's unnatural demise. But as she begins her work for the vampires, she begins to realize, that her father and the vampires may have something... or someone in common. Ms. Richardson is truly a talented author, as her success surely proves with the Greywalker series. VANISHED is utterly relentless in the action and flow of information. It's a serious page turner, and hard to put down. Learn more about the greywalker and the powers that abound among the denizens of the underworld.
Mina_Dark More than 1 year ago
Oh, gosh, I hate waiting for these books! They are just the best as far as I'm concerned! I love Harper and all her other-worldly friends (and non-friends). I can't wait to see what happens with her this time. The idea of her going to London really interests me - I know it'll be great! You know I'll be buying it the day it comes out, just like I did with the others! It's just so hard to wait! We have to wait for the next Kristina Marrick, too! Oh, why?
talksupe.blogspot on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
There were some fun parts on the book, Harper talking to the bust of Sekhmet outside Sotheby's and her very informative conversation with Temperance, Chastity and Prudence. I can imagine Harper cursing her fate, running around London talking to statues trying to save herself and her ex-boyfriend Will from vampires and other creatures of the dark. This wasn't the best of the four and I might have jumped the gun with my Mercy Thompson comparison. Harper Blaine is a strong heroine but her story's development is falling short. So I'm taking a break and maybe a dash of something fun will clean my palate a bit.
TerryWeyna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The fourth book in Kat Richardson¿s Greywalker series, Vanished, is the best in the series so far. Harper Blaine, Richardson¿s private investigator protagonist, gets a telephone call from an old boyfriend ¿ not necessarily an unusual event, except that, in this case, the boyfriend happens to be long dead. He hints that there is much that Harper does not know that she needs to find out, quickly, and encourages her to come to Los Angeles to look into her past.Los Angeles is not a place Harper enjoys visiting. She doesn¿t get along with her mother, who appears to be weaving a net around husband-to-be number five. Mom is obsessed with appearances and materialistic in the extreme. But she holds information about Harper¿s father, and, unknowingly, about Harper herself. It seems there was more to Harper¿s temporary death ¿ the one that lasted all of two minutes and gave her the ability to see and move about in the Grey ¿ than was immediately apparent.Harper returns to Seattle in response to an urgent summons from Edward Kammerling, the vampire who rules over all of Seattle¿s other vampires. It¿s not that Harper likes him ¿ far from it ¿ but the vampire is too powerful for Harper to ignore or snub him. Kammerling hires her to travel to England to find out why the keeper of his accounts in that part of the world has gone silent. Harper is actually happy to have the excuse, because she¿s been having nightmares about her former boyfriend, Will Novak, and wants to make certain that he¿s okay.London is where things start getting really nasty. There is an order of vampires that is sufficiently different and more powerful as to be very nearly another species, the asetem-ankh-astet. As one might guess from their name, they are Egyptian in origin, and have a leader called a Pharaohn. The Pharaohn, who has been maneuvering to get Harper into his clutches for reasons as yet unknown, is Wygan, the disc jockey who inserted a tangle of Grey into Harper way back in the first or second book in the series. Wygan has teamed up with a vampire Harper greatly fears and whom she had believed dead, all to capture Harper and, apparently, kill and resurrect her yet again ¿ with dire consequences to be expected, but again, their nature is mysterious. These asetem have captured and are torturing Will as a means to get Harper under their control, and she needs to find a way to rescue them without becoming a tool for these horrible creatures to use to their own ends.Richardson¿s writing is improving the more she writes. She is making people and places more and more visible for the reader, such as in describing a man this way:"He was a tall man who stooped horribly and had a small potbelly, so he looked like a numeral six. His hair had thinned into a monk¿s tonsure and the bags under his eyes were heavier than those in an industrial laundry. Even pale in death, his nose, cheeks, and ears were reddened by the spiderweb veins of alcohol abuse."It¿s not an elegant description, but it¿s perfect for the noir tone of this series. And Richardson does noir dialogue pretty well, too: ¿I fake sangfroid really well. Just close your eyes and think of ice cream.¿ It was hard for me to read that line and not hear Lauren Bacall say to Humphrey Bogart, ¿You know how to whistle, don¿t you?¿ in To Have and Have Not.Richardson has also ramped up the quality of her plotting. This is a nice, tight novel in which everything happens for a reason. Despite the length of the book, nothing is extraneous. Richardson has done her homework in the byways of London, delving into historical geography even down to the sewers. Reading about Kat slipping into and out of temporaclines in order to figure out what¿s going on is a great pleasure.Beware: this book doesn¿t solve all, or even most, of the mysteries it posits. For that, you need to go on to the fifth book in the series, Labyrinth ¿ assuming that Labyrinth has all the answers. I don¿t know yet, as I¿ve just started it, right on the heels of
cmwilson101 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the fourth book in the Greywalker series, and in it Harper is visited by the ghost of an ex-boyfriend, who warns her that nothing is as it seems. Harper goes back to her family home to learn more about her past, then travels to England as part of a case involving vampires.The Greywalker series is based on the interesting premise that there is a world parallel to ours; this world is called the Grey, and it is populated by ghosts and other supernatural creatures. The Grey is layered with slices of time, in which old buildings exist and ghosts act out parts of their previous lives. Most people cannot see the Grey, though some people can communicate with inhabitants of the Grey. Enter our heroine, Harper. She is a detective in Seattle who is attacked and dies for a few minutes before being revived. Afterward, she is able to see into the Grey and is called a Greywalker. Harper is helped by Quinton, an off-the-grid technician, and Ben and Mara Danziger, who study the Grey and help her understand what she is seeing and experiencing. This story in the series introduces a mystery revolving around Harper's family, and it is interesting to follow Harper as she unravels the threads of the mystery. It's also fun to have Harper travel to London and describe the layers of ghosts that inhabit that historic city.
krau0098 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the 4th book in the Greywalker series. The 5th book Labyrinth was just released; last I heard there are 6 books planned for this series. This book was a great addition to the series and it tied together a lot of the occasional random things that happened in the previous books. I listened to this on audio book; which was okay. The lady reading the audio book has a little trouble distinguishing male voice, but other than that it was well done.Harper is having nightmares and receiving ghostly phone calls telling her she has to go back to her past if she is going to figure out what is happening to the supernatural world at large. This takes her to California for a visit to her mother, here she finds out new information about her father. She is forced to leave California in a hurry when vampire lord of Seattle, Edward, requests her help with something that is happening in London. So off to London she goes. What she finds there is creepy and wide-reaching. She finds she is part of a plan that started before she was born and the results of it might destroy the supernatural world as she knows it.This was a great book. Some of the strange unexplained things that happened in previous books finally make sense. In fact it was impressive how nicely Richardson tied everything together, you can tell she really thought this through and everything that happens in this series was planned from the beginning. Richardson focuses on a specific area for each book, in this case that was the history of London and London as a city. This was very cool since I had the pleasure of vacationing London earlier this year.Harper approaches things a very practical attitude, plans out things meticulously and is smart; I always enjoy this compared to other series I have read where the heroine is scatter-brained and confused. Will and Michael are back in the picture for a bit; Quentin is mostly absent. We get the addition of some new characters that are fascinating; especially the fellow Greywalker Harper runs into.We learn a ton about Harper's past and her powers as a Greywalker are further explored. I enjoyed all of it. The story does a great job of wrapping up the London storyline but leaves Seattle on the brink of disaster, as well as handing out additional questions about how Harper's father is involved with everything.I did miss the inclusion of Quentin and Chaos, the ferret, as a result this book didn't have as much humor as previous ones. I did think that the plot was wonderfully intricate and that the description and characters were awesome. I really enjoy Richardson's writing style.Overall another excellent addition to the series. I can't wait to get my hands on Labyrinth.
schnaucl_read on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Harper is having nightmares about her ex-boyfriend, Will. She dreams repeatedly of him being tortured and dismembered but when she calls to check up on him in England, his younger brother Michael assures her he's fine.When she's visited by the ghost of a different ex-boyfriend who tells her she's not what she thinks she goes back to home to California and does a little digging in her past where she learns things really aren't as they seem. She believed her father died in an accident when she was a young child but learns from her mother it wasn't an accident, it was suicide. And she had a cousin who drowned when they'd gone swimming together in a forbidden lake, something she'd completely forgotten about.Her trip is cut short when the vampire Edward practically summons her back to Seattle and all but begs her to look after his interests in England. His friend and financial adviser has dropped off the radar and things in England are unsettled. Since she's continuing to have nightmares about Will she takes it as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.There are a lot of interesting things in this book. It's finally revealed that there's more to Harper being a Greywalker than the fact that she died and came back. I was glad to see it because that had always struck me as a kind of lame explanation.The other Greywalker she meets is an interesting character and I'd like to see more of him and learn more about what makes the Greywalkers different.I would have liked to see more of Quinton, but it made sense he wasn't in this book as much.I'm not sure what it was but I had a lot of trouble getting immersed in this story. I found myself skimming an awful lot but I'm having trouble figuring out why that is. It's possible that it's partly that I'm getting tired of the centuries long feuds and power struggles between vampires. I always thought of Will as one dimensional and not particularly likable so I didn't really care if he was in danger. For whatever reason, the whole book just felt very flat to me.
Squeex on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorite series, especially in the urban fantasy genre. I loved learning more about Quinton, a character the reader meets in the first book of the series and gets to know a little bit about to be supremely intrigued (I know I was). I was pleased to see a lot more of Quinton this time around and a lot less of Will, the boyfriend in book one and two. Richardson uses folklore to create the monster that is attacking Seattle's homeless and what a monster it is. Freaked me right the hell out, but Lady K thought it was scary with a funny name. She named it Sissy-Doodle and that is the name that has stuck in my cranium (sorry Kat). Helped to take the ick out of the attacker's leftovers.Zombies, vampires, ghosts, all that good stuff makes for a superb outing in this one, my favorite in the series so far. Five ancient monsters named Sissy-Doodle beans......
babsji on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a series that has gotten better with each book. The action continued through the story, and some explanations and answers are given about her greywalking ability. There are other Greywalkers also, including her father. There also seems to be another kinds of vampires. It was kind of nice to get her out of Seattle, if only to put her in more danger, and with the cliffhanger she left, I hope that the fifth book is ready to come out soon.
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I really love Kats books they have everything you want in them
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Ready for the next book in line, the story keeps getting better with each book.
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I loved it. It was mysterious and really good.
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kimba88 More than 1 year ago
In this book protagonist PI Harper Blaine has lots of questions. How is her father linked to the Grey? What is happening to the vampires in Seattle? Why is she dreaming about her ex-boyfriend? When head vamp Edward hires her to investigate his business and missing partner in London, Harper boards the next plane. In London the investigation asks more questions then it answers creating a suspenseful fast past read that keeps you up reading into the wee hours. This is one series you don't want to miss!
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