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Written in Red (Anne Bishop's Others Series #1)

Written in Red (Anne Bishop's Others Series #1)

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by Anne Bishop

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No one creates realms like New York Times bestselling author Anne Bishop. Now in a thrilling new fantasy series, enter a world inhabited by the Others, unearthly entities—vampires and shape-shifters among them—who rule the Earth and whose prey are humans.

As a cassandra sangue, or blood prophet, Meg Corbyn can see the future when


No one creates realms like New York Times bestselling author Anne Bishop. Now in a thrilling new fantasy series, enter a world inhabited by the Others, unearthly entities—vampires and shape-shifters among them—who rule the Earth and whose prey are humans.

As a cassandra sangue, or blood prophet, Meg Corbyn can see the future when her skin is cut—a gift that feels more like a curse. Meg’s Controller keeps her enslaved so he can have full access to her visions. But when she escapes, the only safe place Meg can hide is at the Lakeside Courtyard—a business district operated by the Others.

Shape-shifter Simon Wolfgard is reluctant to hire the stranger who inquires about the Human Liaison job. First, he senses she’s keeping a secret, and second, she doesn’t smell like human prey. Yet a stronger instinct propels him to give Meg the job. And when he learns the truth about Meg and that she’s wanted by the government, he’ll have to decide if she’s worth the fight between humans and the Others that will surely follow.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Bishop (the Black Jewels series) wraps a generally by-the-numbers urban fantasy in ill-conceived world-building. In this alternate universe, Native Americans have been entirely erased; instead, the natives of Thaisia (the continent analogous to North America) are Others, monstrous paranormal beings like vampires and werewolves. Despite the Others seeing humans as “meat” and brutally maintaining ownership of the continent, human settlements feel just like present-day small towns. Meg Corbyn, a human with precognitive gifts, escapes human slavers and finds sanctuary in a town’s Courtyard, the Others-only section where human law doesn’t apply. She gets a job working for shifter Simon Wolfgard, who’s puzzled because she doesn’t smell like prey, and befriends a number of other Others. Meanwhile, Asia Crane, an actress spying on the Others for the chance to get her own TV show, brings potential trouble for Meg and her new protectors. The offensive setup does nothing to enhance the familiar special-snowflake heroine’s journey of self-discovery and implausible romance. Agent: Jennifer Jackson, Donald Maass Literary Agency. (Mar.)
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Praise for Written in Red
Winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice for Best Urban Fantasy Novel

“Amazing...A compelling story set in a seamlessly crafted universe.”—Fresh Fiction

“Near perfect...Written in Red isn’t just the best urban fantasy of the year—it may be one of the best ever.”—All Things Urban Fantasy

“A stunningly original yarn, deeply imagined, beautifully articulated, and set forth in clean, limpid, sensual prose.”—Kirkus Reviews

“Bishop has a way of making your heart wrench with joy and pain within a breath.”—Fantasy Book Critic

“Fast-paced action, well defined characters and an imaginative storyline make for a fine paranormal read.”—Monsters and Critics

More Praise for Anne Bishop and the Novels of the Others

“Anne Bishop is so good at writing character development....I love this series and I NEED MORE!”—USAToday.com

“Without a doubt one of the best UF series on the market.”—RT Book Reviews

“The Queen of Fantasy...Teeming with intrigue, suspense, heartbreak, and hints of romance, Bishop’s literary skills continue to astound and enchant.”—Heroes and Heartbreakers

Kirkus Reviews
For her latest dark fantasy series, Bishop (Twilight's Dawn, 2011, etc.) invents an entire Earth-like world, Namid, populated by a fascinating array of supernatural Others--and the humans who are their prey. On the continent of Thaisia, humans are tolerated for their technical and inventive talents, but they tread very carefully, knowing that if they transgress, they'll be lunch for shape-shifting wolves, raptors, bears, vampires or worse. Into the northeastern city of Lakeside, in the middle of winter, staggers Meg Corbyn, freezing, friendless and desperate. A cassandra sangue, or blood prophet, Meg Corbyn sees the future when her skin is cut--for her, the result can be agony or ecstasy. She and a number of like young women were slaves of the Controller, whose rich clients pay well for their visions. Naïve but resourceful Meg escaped and now seeks refuge in the Lakeside Courtyard, the business district operated by the Others. Against his wolfish instincts--Meg is human, but doesn't smell like prey--Simon Wolfgard hires her as Human Liaison, a job that entails running the local delivery office. And Meg proves adept at looking after Sam, Simon's orphaned nephew, so traumatized by his mother's death that he's locked in wolf form. Simon has other problems too: pushy Asia Crane, secretly a spy for the mysterious Bigwig; disturbing and unaccountable reports from out west of humans and Others running berserk and slaughtering both each other and their own kind; and the human police, who have been instructed to urgently locate someone who looks very much like Meg Corbyn. It all adds up to a stunningly original yarn, deeply imagined, beautifully articulated and set forth in clean, limpid, sensual prose. A must for fans desperate to move beyond boilerplate urban fantasy.
Library Journal
Meg Corbyn is a cassandra sangue, a blood prophet who sees the future when her skin is cut. Along with others like her, she has lived under the tight reins of her Controllers, with no actual experiences of the real world. Knowing that eventually blood prophets lose their usefulness and, usually, their lives, Meg seeks refuge at the Lakeside Courtyard, a part of the city owned and operated by the Others—shapeshifters and other supernatural creatures. Even though the Others have ample reasons to despise humans, they give Meg a job as the Human Liaison, dealing with the elements in the outside world that do business with the shapeshifters. As Meg learns more about both the world of experience and the society of the Others, she also becomes aware that her Controllers are not going to let her go without a fight. VERDICT The award-winning author of the Black Jewels series (Daughter of the Blood; Heir to the Shadows; Queen of the Darkness; The Invisible Ring) continues to craft well-plotted fantasy that is filled with sensuality and detail and populated with characters who compel the reader's attention. This urban fantasy should appeal to fans of Tanith Lee, Tanya Huff, and Storm Constantine.

Product Details

Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
Anne Bishop's Others Series , #1
Product dimensions:
6.30(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.60(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Half blinded by the storm, she stumbled into the open area between two buildings. Hoping to hide from whomever was hunting for her as well as get some relief from the snow and wind, she followed an angled wall and ducked around the corner. Her socks and sneakers were soaked, and her feet were so cold she couldn’t feel them. She knew that wasn’t good, wasn’t safe, but she had taken the clothing available just as she had taken the opportunity to run.

No sound of footsteps that would confirm she was being followed, but that didn’t mean anything. Blocked by the wall, even the sounds of the slow–moving traffic were muted.

She had to find shelter. It was too cold to be out here tonight. As part of her training, she’d been shown pictures of people who had frozen to death, so she knew she couldn’t stay out here much longer. But the city shelters that provided a place for the homeless would be the first places the hunters would look for her.

Was she going to die tonight? Was this the storm that was the beginning of the end? No. She wouldn’t consider that possibility. She hadn’t done this much and come this far for it all to end before she had a chance to begin. Besides, she hadn’t seen other parts of the prophecy yet. She hadn’t seen the dark–haired man wearing a green pullover sweater. She didn’t have to worry about dying until she saw him.

That didn’t mean she could afford to be stupid.

The building at the back of the open area drew her attention, mostly because it provided the only light. Peeking around the corner to reassure herself that she was still alone, she hurried toward it. Maybe she could figure out an excuse to stay inside for a few minutes—just long enough for her feet to thaw.

But the light, which had seemed so bright and hopeful a moment before, was merely the overnight lighting. The place was closed. Still, there was enough light for her to see the sign above the glass door—a sign that would have chilled her more than the snow and wind if she hadn’t felt so desperate.

Lakeside Courtyard


Human Law Does Not Apply. She was standing on land that belonged to the Others. She might be momentarily safe from human predators, but if she was caught here, she was at the mercy of beings that only looked human, and even someone who had lived a confined life knew what happened to humans who were imprudent in their encounters with the terra indigene.

A second sign was taped to the inside of the door. She stared at it for a long time, despite her numb feet and the freezing temperature.


Human Liaison

Apply at Howling Good Reads

(around the corner)

A job. A way to earn money for food and lodging. A place where she could hide for a while. A place where, even if she was found, the hunters couldn’t take her back because human law did not apply.

Howling Good Reads. It sounded like a name for an Others store.

She could die here. Most people who tangled with the Others died, one way or another. But based on what she had seen in the prophecy, she was going to die anyway, so for once in her life, what happened to her would be on her terms.

That much decided, she tromped back to the sidewalk and hurried to the corner. When she turned right on Crowfield Avenue, she saw two people walk out of a store. Lights and life. She headed toward both.


Taking his place behind the checkout counter, Simon Wolfgard glanced at the clock on the wall, then said,

The howl from the back of the bookstore produced the expected female squeals and more manly grunts of surprise.

Raising his voice to be heard by the humans within sight, he said, “Ten minutes to closing.”

Not that they didn’t know that. The howl was the ten–minute warning—just as the Wolf who took up a position at the door was the bookstore’s own brand of security. A would–be shoplifter having his hand bitten off instilled a strong sense of honesty in the rest of the humans who came to Howling Good Reads. Having to walk over the blood—and walk past the Wolf who was still crunching on a couple of fingers—left a lasting impression, not to mention a few nightmares.

Didn’t stop the monkeys from coming back the next day to stare at the bloodstains and whisper to one another as they browsed the contents of the store. The thrill of rounding a shelving unit and coming face–to–face with one of the Others in its animal form—and the more chilling thrill of sometimes seeing swift and terrible violence—tended to increase the sale of horror and thriller novels and helped the bookstore maintain an acceptable profit.

Not that any store in the Courtyard needed a profit to stay in business. The stores were run for the convenience of the terra indigene who lived in the Courtyard and provided a way for the rest of the Others to receive the human–made goods they wanted. It was more his own desire to understand the way businesses were run—and test the honesty of the human companies he dealt with—that gave Simon the push to keep his store in the black every month.

But Howling Good Reads didn’t follow human retail practices when it came to hours of operation. HGR closed promptly at nine p.m. on the evenings it was open to humans, and some of the staff didn’t hesitate to shift shapes and nip lingering customers who thought the store’s listed closing was a suggestion rather than a firm time.

He rang up a few sales, more than he’d expected on a night when the sensible would have been tucked in at home to avoid subzero wind chills and wind–whipped snow that had as much bite as any Wolf. Of course, some of the monkeys lived nearby and used the bookstore and adjoining coffee shop, A Little Bite, as their social gathering places when they didn’t want to spend an evening drinking at the taverns on Main Street.

Humans, Simon reminded himself. He adjusted the wire–rimmed glasses that he didn’t need for vision but thought made him look a little gawky and more approachable. Call them humans when you’re in the store. That way you’re less likely to use the slur when talking to an employee. It’s hard enough to find help we can tolerate. No sense driving away the ones we have by insulting them.

The word had traveled across the ocean from Afrikah, where the Liongard referred to humans as hairless, gibbering monkeys. After the terra indigene in Thaisia saw pictures of monkeys, they adopted the word because it fit so many of the humans they encountered. But he was a member of the Business Association that ran the integrated stores and Courtyard shops, as well as being the leader of the Lakeside Courtyard, so he tried not to be insulting—at least not out loud.


He turned toward the voice that sounded like warm syrup as the woman shrugged into a hooded parka. The movement lifted the bottom of her short sweater, revealing a couple of inches of toned belly that still looked softly bitable.

Plenty of human females came sniffing around the store, hoping to be invited for a walk on the wild side, but there was something about this one that made him want to sink his fangs into her throat instead of nibble on her belly.

“Asia.“ He tipped his head, a gesture that was both greeting and dismissal.

She didn’t take the hint. She never did. Asia Crane had set her sights on him from the first day she walked into Howling Good Reads. That was part of the reason he didn’t like her. The harder she pushed to get close to him, the more he felt like a challenge to be conquered and the less he wanted her around. But she never pushed so hard that he could justify attacking her for being in his store.

A couple more people were shrugging into winter coats and scarves, but there was no one else by the register.

Giving him a Bite me, I like it smile, she said, “Come on, Simon. It’s been over a week, and you promised to think about it.”

“I didn’t promise anything,” he said as he straightened up the counter space around the register.

She had blond hair and brown eyes, and he’d been told by a couple of human males who worked in the Courtyard that she was beautiful. But there were things about Asia that bothered him. He couldn’t point a paw at any particular thing, besides her pursuing him when he’d made it clear he wasn’t interested, but that feeling was the reason he’d refused to give her a job at HGR when she’d first come around. It was also the reason he wouldn’t let her rent one of the four efficiency apartments that the Courtyard sometimes made available to human employees. Now she wanted to be the Human Liaison, a job that would give her access to the Courtyard itself. He’d eat her before he gave her that job. And Vladimir Sanguinati, who was the store’s other manager, had offered to help more than once if Simon looked at Asia some night and felt peckish. A fair arrangement, since Vlad preferred the blood while Simon liked ripping off chunks of fresh meat.

“We’re closed, Asia. Go home,” he said.

She let out a theatrical sigh. “I’d really like the job, Simon. The one I’ve got barely pays the rent and it’s boring.

Now he didn’t even try to sound friendly. “We’re closed.”

Another sigh, followed by a pouty look as she zipped up her parka, pulled on gloves, and finally left.

John, another member of the Wolfgard, left his spot by the door to do a check for any stragglers. So Simon was alone in the front of the store when the door opened again, letting in a blast of cold air that he found refreshing after all the scents humans used.

“We’re—” He glanced toward the door and swallowed the word closed.

The woman looked half frozen. She wore sneakers—sneakers, for pity’s sake—and her jeans were soaked up to the knees. The denim jacket was a light covering suitable for a summer night, and she was wearing a T–shirt under it.

She looked so painfully cold he didn’t have the automatic consideration of whether she’d be edible.

“Is there something I can do for you?” he asked.

She stared at him as if she’d seen him before, and whatever had happened made her afraid. Problem was, he didn’t recognize her. Not by sight or smell.

Then she took a couple of steps toward the counter. He suspected that was to get farther into the store, where it was warmer, than to get closer to him.

“I s–saw the sign,” she stammered. “A–about the job.”

Not a stutter, he decided. Her teeth were beginning to chatter. How long had she been out in that weather? It was a natural storm, coming off the lake. The first one of the new year. Being a natural storm didn’t mean it wasn’t a bitch.

“What sign?”

“H–human Liaison,” she chattered. “The sign said to apply here.”

Moments ticked by. She lowered her eyes. Probably not brazen enough to meet his stare now that she’d said what she wanted.

Something about her troubled him, but it wasn’t the same feeling he had when he was around Asia Crane. Until he figured out what that something was, he didn’t want to kick her back out in the snow. And except for Asia, this was the first human to ask about the job. That was reason enough to give her a few minutes of his time.

Movement at the edge of his peripheral vision. John, now in human form and dressed in a sweater and jeans, tipped his head by way of asking, What now?

Simon tipped his head slightly in turn and looked at the cash register.

“Want me to close up?” John asked, giving the shivering woman a smile as he approached.

“Yes.” He looked at the woman. “Let’s go next door and have a cup of coffee while we discuss the job.”

She turned toward the outer door and hesitated.

“No, this way.” He took a couple of steps past the counter and pointed to an opening in the wall.

The archway between had a lattice door that could be latched when one store was closed and the other was still open to customers. On the wall beside the door was a sign that read, PAY FOR THE BOOKS BEFORE ENTERING A LITTLE BITE, OR WE’LL TAKE A BITE OUT OF YOU.

The sign on the other side of the door said, SURE, YOU CAN TAKE THAT MUG. WE’LL JUST KEEP YOUR HAND IN EXCHANGE.

He didn’t think the woman’s brain was thawed enough to take in the words. After the first jolt of seeing him, he didn’t think she had taken in anything.

Tess was wiping down the glass display case when he walked in. The friendly smile she started to give him shifted to guarded when she noticed his companion.

“Could we have some coffee?” he asked as he took a seat at a table closest to the counter—and away from the door and the pocket of cold that seemed to settle around the tables close to the windows.

“There’s still some left in the pot,” she replied, giving the woman a sharper look now.

Simon leaned back in his chair, resting one ankle over his other knee. “I’m Simon Wolfgard. What’s your name?”

“Meg Corbyn.”

He heard the breath of hesitation that told him it wasn’t a name she was used to. Which meant it wasn’t a name she’d had for long. He didn’t like liars. Humans who lied about small things tended to lie about a lot of other things as well.

And a name wasn’t all that small a thing when all was said and done.

But when Tess brought the mugs of coffee to the table and he saw the way Meg cupped the mug to warm her hands, he let it go.

He thanked Tess, then turned his attention back to Meg Corbyn. “You know what being a Human Liaison entails?”

“No,” she said.

“So you don’t have any experience with a job like this?”

“No. But I can learn. I want to learn.”

He didn’t doubt the sincerity of her words, but he did wonder if she wouldn’t die of pneumonia or something else before she had a chance to learn anything.

Suddenly he remembered the scarred old woman sitting in the sun, offering to read her cards and tell people their fortunes. But she didn’t use her cards that day, not for him. What she had done was the reason her words had whispered through his thoughts for the past twenty years. And now her words rang in his memory as clear as if he’d heard them yesterday.

Be a leader for your people. Be the voice that decides who lives and who dies within your Courtyard. The day will come when a life you save will, in turn, save someone dear to you.

His being the leader of the Lakeside Courtyard hadn’t saved his sister, Daphne, two years ago. But thinking about the old woman when this shivering young woman was waiting for his decision made him uneasy.

Tess set one of her earthenware soup bowls on the table, along with some crackers.

“Last bowl in the pot,” Tess said.

“Thank you, but I can’t pay for it.” Meg’s voice was barely above a whisper—and full of longing as she stared at the food.

Giving Simon a hostile look, Tess said, “On the house.”

“Eat it,” Simon said when Tess resumed her cleanup. “It’s hearty and will warm you up.”

He turned his head and drank his coffee while he watched Tess go through her closing routine, giving Meg a little time to concentrate on the food in front of her.

Tess was a worry. Tess was always a worry, because there was too fine a line between her being amused by humans and being unwilling to tolerate their existence. He didn’t know what she was, only that she was terra indigene—and she was so dangerous even other species of terra indigene feared her. But when she arrived at the Lakeside Courtyard a few years ago, there was something in her eyes that made him certain that if she didn’t get some kind of companionship, she would become an enemy of everything that lived.

Inviting her to stay had been his first official decision as the new leader of the Lakeside Courtyard. Watching her change from a brittle loner to an individual capable of running a public business, he’d never regretted that decision.

That didn’t mean he always trusted her.

“What does a Human Liaison do?” Meg asked.

Simon glanced at the bowl. Half gone. He wasn’t sure if her question meant she couldn’t eat anymore or just needed to pause.

“By the agreements established between humans and the terra indigene, every city in Thaisia has a Courtyard, a tract of land where the Others reside. These Courtyards are also places where products manufactured by humans can be acquired. But humans don’t trust the Others, and we don’t trust humans. A lot of the products are delivered by humans, and there were enough incidents early on to convince the human government and our leaders that it was prudent to have someone receiving the mail and packages who was not inclined to eat the messenger. So a receiving area was built at each Courtyard and is manned by someone who acts as the liaison between the humans and the Others. Each Courtyard’s Business Association decides on the pay and perks. By the agreements, the human government is required to penalize any delivery service that refuses to deliver merchandise to a Courtyard. On the other hand, there is a limited window of time when the position of Human Liaison can be unoccupied before companies can refuse to enter our land without penalty. Those kinds of interruptions tend to fray the tolerance each side has for the other—and when tolerance frays, people tend to die. Sometimes a lot of people die.”

Meg ate another spoonful of soup. “Is that why you allow humans to shop in your store? To build up the tolerance between humans and the Others?”

Smart woman. Her conclusion wasn’t accurate—most terra indigene weren’t interested in being tolerant of humans—but it did indicate an understanding of why a Liaison was needed. “The Lakeside Courtyard is a kind of experiment. While the shops in our Market Square are exclusively for our own people and our human employees, the businesses facing Crowfield Avenue have hours when they’re open to humans in general. The bookstore and coffee shop are two of those businesses. There is also a fitness center that has a few memberships available to humans, the seamstress/tailor shop, and a gallery on Main Street, which is open to anyone when it’s open at all.”

“But human law doesn’t apply in those stores?”

“That’s right.” Simon studied her. He didn’t trust Asia Crane. His reaction to Meg wasn’t that simple. Because of that, he decided to hire her. It wouldn’t hurt the Courtyard to have her around for a few days, especially if someone kept an eye on what she was doing, and it would give him time to figure out why she made him uneasy. But before he told Meg, he needed to say one more thing. “Human law does not apply. Do you understand what that means?”

She nodded. He didn’t believe her, but he let it go.

“If you want the job, it’s yours.”

She looked at him with eyes that were the clear gray of a Wolf, except she wasn’t a Wolf. The pale skin blushed with a hint of rose on the cheeks. And now that it was drying, he realized her hair was a weird shade of red—and it stank.

They would have to do something about that.

“I can have the job?” Meg asked, her voice lifted by something he would have called hope.

He nodded. “It’s a basic hourly wage—and you’re responsible for keeping a log of your hours. You also get the use of one of the efficiency apartments above the seamstress/tailor shop, and you can purchase items at any store in the Market Square.”

Tess returned and dropped a ring of keys on the table. “I’ll fetch a few basics from our stores while you show Meg the apartment. Leave the dishes on the table. I’ll take care of them later.” She left as quickly as she arrived.

Meg ate one more spoonful of soup and drained the coffee mug. “Is she angry with me?”

“You? No.” With him? Sometimes it was hard to tell with Tess. Other times it was all too easy to see the warning signs.

He held up the keys. “We have rules, Meg, and we enforce them. Access to the Courtyard is restricted. You don’t bring guests to your apartment without us knowing about it first. If we smell a stranger, we’ll kill him. We aren’t interested in excuses, and we don’t give second chances. The storefront on the corner is the place where humans and Others can socialize without needing a leader’s permission. You can bring guests there. Is that understood?”

She bobbed her head.

“All right. Come on. We’ll go out through the bookstore.”

He led her back through HGR, picking up his winter coat, which John had left on the counter for him. Shrugging into it, he pushed open the door, holding it against the wind until Meg slipped out. Then he locked the door, took a grip on her arm to keep her from slipping, and walked her past A Little Bite to a glass door in the seamstress/tailor’s building.

“First key is for the street door.” He pulled out the ring of keys and slipped the first key into the lock. He opened the door, nudged her into the small entry, then locked the door behind him. Remembering that humans didn’t have the same night vision as Wolves, he flipped on the light switch, revealing the stairs that went up to the second floor.

She went up the stairs, then stopped on the landing to wait for him.

He went ahead of her, checked the apartment number on the key, and made an almost soundless grunt of surprise. Tess had given him the key for the front apartment that was farthest from the Crowfield Avenue door—and closer to the stairway that led into the Courtyard.

He opened the apartment door and flicked the switch for the overhead light, automatically toeing off his wet boots and leaving them in the hallway. While he waited for Meg to wrestle her feet out of the wet sneakers, he looked around. Clean and basic. Bathroom and closet at one end. A kitchen area that held a half fridge, a wave–cooker, a small counter and sink, and minimal cupboards for storage. A single bed and a dresser. A small rectangular table and two straight back chairs. A stuffed chair and hassock and a reading lamp next to an empty bookcase.

“There should be a set of towels in the bathroom,” he said. “You look like you need a hot shower.”

“Thank you,” Meg whispered.

“Bathroom’s over there.” Simon pointed.

She was shivering so hard, he wondered if she’d be able to get out of those wet clothes. But he had no intention of helping her.

The bathroom door closed. Couldn’t hide much from animal–sharp hearing, but he ignored the sounds. While he located the extra blankets in the dresser’s bottom drawer, the toilet flushed. A moment later, the shower turned on.

He was staring out the window, watching the still–falling snow, when Tess walked in carrying two big zippered bags.

“I put it all on your account,” she said. Her hair, usually brown and straight, now curled wildly and had green streaks—a sign that Tess wasn’t feeling calm. At least the streaks weren’t red, the indication that she was angry.

When her hair turned black, people died.

“Put what on my account?” he asked.

“Two sets of clothes, sleepwear, toiletries, a winter coat and boots, and some food.”

The coat was a bright red, which was a color that attracted a lot of the Courtyard’s residents because it usually signified downed prey. Since that was the most likely reason no one had bought it, he wondered why Tess would bring it for Meg.

“I thought we could offer the midday meal as part of her pay,” he said.

“You might want to discuss this with the rest of the Business Association before you make so many decisions, especially since you just hired a new Liaison without talking to the rest of us,” Tess replied with a bite in her voice.

“You brought me the apartment keys before I asked for them, so you must have made a decision too,” Simon countered.

She didn’t respond. She just set one of the bags on the bed, then took the other into the kitchen area. After putting the food away, she joined him by the window. “You’re not in the habit of taking in strays, Simon. Especially not stray monkeys.”

“Couldn’t leave her out in the cold.”

“Yes, you could. You’ve left other humans to fend for themselves. Why is this one different?”

He shrugged, not wanting to talk about the scarred old woman whose words had shaped so many of his choices.

“We need a Liaison, Tess.”

“A fool’s idea, if you ask me. The only humans that want the job are thieves who think they can steal from us or ones hiding from their own law. The last one you threw out for being a lazy bag of shit, and the one before that . . . the Wolves ate the one before that.”

“We weren’t the only ones who ate him,” Simon muttered.

But he had to admit that Tess had a point. Liaisons barely had time to learn the job—if they even bothered to learn the job—before a replacement needed to be found for one reason or another. Humans always had a reason for wanting the job that had nothing to do with the job. Wasn’t that one of the reasons he wouldn’t give it to Asia? Wanting the Liaison job was just her next attempt to make him notice her. He didn’t need her sniffing around him more than she already was.

“What is Meg Corbyn running from?” Tess asked. “She didn’t start out around here. Not with the clothes she was wearing.”

He didn’t respond because he didn’t disagree. Meg might as well have runaway stamped on her forehead.

The green streaks faded from Tess’s hair. She sighed. “Maybe she’ll stay long enough to clear out some of the backlog of mail and packages.”

“Maybe,” he said. He didn’t think Meg Corbyn, or whoever she really was, would stay beyond receiving her first paycheck. But she had said she wanted to learn, and none of the other humans had said that. Not even Asia.

An awkward silence.

“You should go,” Tess said. “Naked girl in the shower. Strange man. I read these kinds of stories in books the humans write.”

Simon hesitated, but Tess was right. “Tell Meg I’ll meet her at the Liaison’s Office at eight thirty tomorrow morning. That will give me time to go over a few things with her before deliveries start at nine.”

“You’re the boss.”

Setting the keys on the table, he left the apartment—and wondered if, by leaving Meg alone with Tess, he’d just murdered the girl.

What People are Saying About This

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Praise for Written in Red:

“A stunningly original yarn, deeply imagined, beautifully articulated and set forth in clean, limpid, sensual prose.”—Kirkus Reviews

“An amazing novel.”—Fresh Fiction

Written in Red isn’t just the best urban fantasy of the year, it may be one of the best ever.”—All Things Urban Fantasy

“A gripping novel from start until finish...In the end, Ms. Bishop leaves readers wanting more.”—Night Owl Reviews (Top Pick)

“Fast-paced action, well defined characters and an imaginative storyline make for a fine paranormal read.”—Monsters and Critics

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New York Times bestselling author Anne Bishop is a winner of the William L. Crawford Memorial Fantasy Award, presented by the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts, for The Black Jewels Trilogy. She is also the author of the Ephemera series, the Tir Alainn trilogy, and the Novels of the Others—including Etched in BoneMarked in Flesh, Vision in Silver, Murder of Crows, and Written in Red. She lives in upstate New York.

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Written in Red 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 186 reviews.
Meli_Green More than 1 year ago
I have been a fan of Anne Bishop since the Black Jewels Series, her writing is outstanding, and her newest book Written in Red is no exception. It was fantastic!! I read it in almost a day, had to sleep and work in between but it was next to impossible to put down. This book really exceeded my expectations, which were high because it's by Anne Bishop. The world she created/system and hierarchy felt completely natural and not like a million other novels. From the moment Meg stumbled into the Others land, half frozen, and sighed with relief at the H.L.D.N.A sign (Human Law Does Not Apply), I was intrigued. When the terra indigene (shifters, vampires, and elementals) she met spoke quite candidly about how they regularly ate humans for infractions as minor as trespassing or failing to leave a store the second it closed, I was hooked. That same sense of wonder and delight only increased as I learned about Meg and the cassandra sangue (blood prophets) who were treated like property by their Controllers. It definitely helped that words like "werewolf" weren't tossed around and that the reader doesn't feel like they can assume anything about the creatures except what they learn through the plot of the book. Every character was fully realized, and I fell in love with Meg right along with everyone else in the book. And Simon was extremely compelling; it was great to see a character, one among many, that felt truly dangerous and not watered down. Plus I absolutely loved Vlad, Grandfather, and my heart still breaks because of Sam. The setting was like our world but slightly off, but so well done that the reader can feel the history and layers of thought that were put into the background. I was totally sucked in from the first word to the last, with every tense, humorous, and engaging plot point and cannot wait for the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Unlike most urban fantasy this is not just another excuse for a romance in a new setting. The story is dark and amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Exactly what I've come to anticipate from Anne Bishop--can't put it down, awesome storytelling and characters with teeth. So glad there's more to come!
RickWA More than 1 year ago
Well written with alot of very interesting twists. Sort of a "Host" meets "Mistborn" without the Twilight melodrama
Kanne More than 1 year ago
Well, Ms Bishop has done it again... She has taken a subject that I am not fond of, yet writes a masterful novel. I was more than turned off by the Black Jewels series yet it was intensely compelling. This story is no different. A young on the run with a deadly secret. Possible romance but not realized in this book, so hopefully there will be more !
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After the end of The Black Jewel books i was inclined not to like anything this author wrote again...i was so angry...i got this book from the library, just so i could read it & say it was horrible & that it proved my decision to never read her again...unfortunately, i proved myself wrong instead..i loved this book & am sadly highly anticipating the sequel....i will say this for Anne Bishop, she is a master @ character & world building....
AnnaNanner More than 1 year ago
B+...Simple Prose, Complex Characters, and Creative Paranormal Spin In the beginning, the heroine was too sweet to believe. Without having read GR friends rave reviews I would likely have quit reading and returned this hardback to the library. Once I pushed through I was rewarded with a gripping story about a young woman trying to live free, a werewolf struggling with an emotionally crippled child, and an assortment of mysterious secondary characters.  Meg, the heroine, is a Blood Prophet. She is unique among humans. Beneath her sensitive skin are prophecies people are willing to pay hundreds to thousands of dollars for. What I found to be annoying sweet about her character is explained as the story progresses, so please note there is a reason for the childlike quality she projects.  The Others remind me of Patricia Briggs vampires, werewolves, and other paranormals. We are reminded they are monsters with their actions and viewpoints. They are not sexualized, as is common in PNR. They are savage beings who see humans as 'clever meat.' ('Monkey' is a derogatory term for human.) The Others clearly rule this alternate contemporary world.  The prose is simple, which made me feel as if I was reading a young adult novel...at first. Meg's POV had reinforced my perception at the beginning, too. She's 24 years old and so naive. This is explained and the reason links into the world-building. The characters are multilayered with the hidden depths and mysteries to compel readers to follow. There are plenty of adult experiences, points of views, and emotions are present to make this an adult read. (It may also hold appeal to adult reader who enjoys young adult urban fantasy novels.)  Anyway, I gobbled down this book and am anxiously awaiting the next book Murder of Crows, which won't release until next spring. There are still a few mysteries to solve and I feel invested in several characters.  Spoilerish Quote page 165 of 433 Terra indigene leaders needed to meet, needed to talk, needed to decide what should be done. Humans had weapons that could challenge claws and fangs. They had guns and bombs that could kill the shapeshifters and even the Sanguinati when they were in human form.... But nothing could stop the Elementals, which was something humans tended to forget until it was too late. And that was one of the reasons the terra indigene rationed the metals and fuels and other materials humans needed to create their weapons. The outcome of a war wouldn't change, so why should shifters have to die before the monkeys were extinguished? Besides, killing the humans all at once was a waste of meat.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A millon stars for this book. It kept me entranced until I finished it, and then I didn't want it to end.
Cassie Siler More than 1 year ago
This was the first book I have read from this author and I am so glad I did. If you are looking for a new spin on the traditiona l  shapeshifter books, then 'Written in Red' is the book for you. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seriously one of the best urban fantasy I've read all year. I'm not a fan of Bishop's other series, but this is captivating. It has a very satisfying ending but enough threads to carry the overall plot through to other installments. I absolutely hate cliff-hanger endings and i feel they are the mark of and inferior writer. If the writing and world-building are good I'll buy the next one.... seriously the cliff-haner approach is juvenile. Thankfully Bishop does not need to resort to such tired ploys! Buy this book...you won't be sorry! I am eagerly awaiting the next.
Anonymous 4 months ago
Get this one. You won't be able to put it down. You will be chasing down the next installment. Great start to a truly engaging world.
Anonymous 5 months ago
I would recommend this book hands down! I've been reading blogs and reviews left and right looking for a new series because I've been so disappointed lately, but this one is now at my top favorite list.
Anonymous 6 months ago
I have read everything by Anne Bishop and this series, while still a good read, lacked in a lot of ways. Her stories are magical. And this series was ok, but does not stand up to her other work. Anne you are my favorite author along with Diana Gabaldon, and I have to ask who wrote this, because everything "Anne" is missing. Character development, emotional connection, scene realization, gut wrenching plot buildup...just not there. If I hadnt read everything else, I might be singing a different tune, but I will never regret reading all your work.
PollyBennett 7 months ago
Unusual and amazing. This book will grab you and not let you go!
Book_Sniffers_Anonymous 10 months ago
I loved ALL the characters of this book. The Elemental’s were amazing. I love how most people would fear the Shifters with their big sharp teeth, but overlook the cute, petite girl skating on the lake, or the pretty horsey who gets excited over a sugar lump snack. I thought the horses were ADORABLE. Especially when Meg introduces a snack-reward for them making mail deliveries for her. They start pushing each other to be the first in line to get a carrot or sugar lump, they try to get back in line and pretend that they didn’t get their treat. They were seriously cute. I made the mistake of thinking they were cute horses… and I would be dead right now if I lived in this world that the author created. Those horses, and the girls who play on the land, are two of the most deadliest creatures on the Courtyard. They can be sweet one moment and the next they’re turning the snow to quicksand to kill you alive, setting you and your organs on fire with just a touch and and a breath, they’re freezing your innards with just a look. Again, my mind was blown. Aside from the Elemental’s, you have Tess, the coffee shop owner at the Courtyard who’s clearly “other” but no one knows what she is. All you know is to be weary of her hair color because it changes based on her mood, and when her hair is completely black… people die. Let’s just say her hair turns completely black at some point in the story and her characters is fantastically scary. I was completely giddy in my seat when her true form was revealed. Oh, and let’s not forget Sam, the Wolf pup who’s mom was killed right next to him by hunters when they were out running around the Courtyard as wolves. Since that day, two years ago, Sam has been a fearful pup who won’t talk to anyone, won’t change back to human, and hasn’t aged a day since. He spends all his time shaking in a cage terrified by everyone and everything. However, when Meg is asked to keep an eye on him while Simon has to run off to do Shifter business, Meg comes up with a system for the pup. She puts him in a harness and leashes him up to her (since he can’t be trusted to not run off when outside), and she calls it the “adventure buddy system.” That way they can pull each other out of snowbanks if one falls in. She completely plays up this harness and leash idea to him and it works! Pretty soon she’s spotted all over the courtyard with a Wolf pup on a leash and harness and let’s just say the other Shifters of the Courtyard were not thrilled by seeing one of their own on a leash and harness. I just loved how Meg came into the Courtyard and shook things up. Pretty soon the Wolves are lazying about on the dog beds she ordered and fighting over the dog cookies she brings into work. It was all pretty comical. Which was a good thing because there was so much darkness around the Shifters and their nature that the short spurts of comedy helped lighten the mood a bit. I wasn’t expecting anything crazy from this book but I was completely blown away by the story and characters within. I honestly was planning to give this a 4 star rating but considering how much I’ve gushed about it, how excited I got as I typed all these words, how much I’m itching to get the next book so that I can pop back into their world, and the fact that I haven’t even finished my morning coffee yet speaks volumes. If you’re looking for a book that is heavy in the paranormal, is plenty dark and gruesome and TRUE to the cha
Caroles_Random_Life 12 months ago
I loved just about everything about this book! I can't believe that I waited so long to finally start reading this series. I bought this book 2 years ago but for some reason never actually started reading it. I should have read it then but I am making up for lost time now. Once I really started getting hooked on this book, I didn't want to stop. This is one of those rare books that make me want to lose myself in the world within its pages. Meg is pretty awesome. Since I don't usually read book summaries before starting books, I had no idea what was going on with Meg. I was as lost about who and what she was as Simon, Henry, Tess, and all the others at the courtyard. I figured out pretty early on that she was smart, tough, and able to think on her feet. She went about doing things in a completely unorthodox manner but she tended to get results. There was an innocence about Meg that I liked and I also liked the fact that she was willing to take suggestions and input from others. The world building was amazing. I read the first part of the book at a pretty slow pace largely because I wanted to make sure that I was completely taking in this world that Meg is a part of. The attitude and feelings between the humans and the Others was quite original. As a human, I have never thought of myself as meat but I suppose it is all in how you look at a situation. The Courtyard was a world on its own. I liked the idea of shops open to both humans and the Others and it was interesting to witness some of the interactions. The story had so much going for it. Everything that happened with Sam really helped me see just how special Meg and Simon really were. The Elementals and Vampires on this world were very original and powerful. The pacing of the book was very well done and by the end of the story, I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. The writing was at times detailed but I think everything added to the story. I would highly recommend this book to others. I am planning to binge read this entire series because I am so taken with this world and its characters.
thereadingchick More than 1 year ago
From the first scene, as Meg Corbyn is running in the snow towards the lights of the Lakeside Courtyard, I was gripped with tension, my eyes moving rapidly over the words that would take me to the next step in this plot. When Meg meets shapeshifter Simon to apply for the Human Liaison job, this authors words filled me with hope that he would give it to her, to help keep her from the people chasing her. That was before I even knew what they all were! Anne Bishop set the stage for an amazing new world of shifters, vampires, elementals, etc. and most importantly what Meg is, a Cassandra Sangue. Meg’s innocence in a world that she had only seen at a distance was the impetus that moved this story forward. Her relationship as the Human Liaison to the terra indigenes in this courtyard built from ‘entertaining’ human to ‘one of us’ was so deftly played that when Meg’s dangerous past makes a play against the residents in the Courtyard the lockdown against these intruders clanged loudly like an iron gate slamming shut. Surprising me with its resonance. It is always effective to see caring emotion displayed so strongly but when the history between the terra indigenes and humans has been filled with fear and hatred the strength of that caring becomes even more apparent. It makes me think Meg’s Human Liaison role may become something even larger. A Liaison for all humanity? I can’t wait to find out! Admittedly, this is my favorite genre to read, but even a novice to a paranormal mystery would love the tense storyline, amazing characters and relationships built between these races. Prepare to see more reviews from this series, because I have moved them all up on my TBR list! ❤❤❤❤❤
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I decided to read this book because my local librarian was reading it and said it was great. Within the first few words i was transported into the story. I'm on love and have to read them all
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The characters are fascinating. The story is gripping, suspenseful, addicting! Truly enjoyed, well worth the cost. Really hope Ms Bishop's next book in this series maintains the depth of this one.
Dianne57 More than 1 year ago
I have not read another author that can world and character build like Anne Bishop does. Her Black Jewels Trilogy is one that I pull out to re-read at least once a year. This new series appears to be one that I am going to be doing the same thing with. She has written this with her usual realism and you tend to think, “I know these people” or “I’ve been to this town” while you are reading. Moreover, when you are done with the book, the book is not done with you. You will walk away wondering about the characters, how are they doing in their world now that you’ve finished the book. You are also wondering just when the next book will be coming out! Meg Corbyn is a cassandra sangue (Blood Prophet) and has run away from her keepers. And when I say ‘keepers,’ I mean that literally. She has never experienced anything ever that may stimulate her. All that she knows of the world was taught to her via pictures and edited film clips while sitting in a classroom filled with others like her. She is there for one specific purpose, to be a Prophet. One that needs to be cut/sliced in a very specific way to make her predictions. She has run right into Lakeside, a sort of town that caters to the Others but also in a small way to the Humans. The Others - the terra indigene are shape shifters, vampires and Elementals that do not like, do not trust, do not need the humans. In this world, the Others rule and by that I mean that if the humans do something in this territory that the Others don’t like – the human becomes a meal. After all Human Laws Do Not Apply here. Anne Bishop has made the character of Meg a sympathetic one; she is a fish out of water and someone who might frustrate you if she never grew. However, grow Meg does and while she stays afraid of a lot of things even at the end of the book, she has very good reasons to be afraid. She has seen a vision of her own death after all. Simon Wolfgard is the shape shifting well…wolf, that has hired her to be the towns Human Liaison/mail clerk and he seems to be regretting it as time goes on…he also seems to be getting attached to Meg. He does not trust her, but you can feel the interest sizzling at the perimeter Meg and Simon’s interactions. However, under Ms Bishop’s deft pen, it is never obvious. Naturally, there is more than one story line going on. There is a very interesting one involving a woman called Asia who is sending information about Simon and Meg back to someone she thinks wants to eventually do a TV show staring her. There are tons of characters. There is a lot of sly humor in this novel. Ms Bishop has added an interesting bit at the beginning of the book to let the reader know how this world evolved, how man became food instead of the top of the food chain. I don’t know what more I can tell you about this book that wouldn’t ruin the story for you so I will just end with this ---this is a fantastic book, it is one that you will want to turn around and re-read as soon as you are done with the first read. One more thing I will say, this series is vastly different from The Black Jewels books yet it is similar in some ways. This book seems to be appropriate for anyone over 16. There is some strong and salty language. There is some sexual innuendo – not too overt though. There is some violence but not as much as you would think for a book like this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put down this book! It is gritty and very realistic. The characters develop slowly in natural progression. The plot is involved but not so much that it is overload and the author has human nature down to a T ;) Please read and enjoy!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If it wasn't for the interesting central character of Meg, this story would have only earned a single star rating. The plot line is horribly arranged and the editor should have insisted on a an extensive re-write. The introduction of characters lasted into chapter 5. The real, central crux, or issue leading to the climax, was never really identified. The first-person point of view changed too frequently, with a count of around 10 or more characters showing us their thoughts -- even tertiary characters that had less than five paragraphs and were only introduced in the climaxing action. Also, for characters that aren't supposed to understand each other's motives, these characters seem to be really omniscent. Immediatly upon meeting Meg, Simon figures out she is running from someone. What?!? That makes no sense; and the whole story is filled with these amazing leaps of intution. And then the actual plot line is really screwy. The author is obviously trying to set up for multiple books because she is introducing lots of issues and confusing the reader as to what is really the problem for THIS story. The only redeeming element of the story is that Meg is a fortune-telling character who must use her blood through a cut in her skin. Very controverisal in our culture. However, the curse of a Cassandra was that while they saw the future no one would believe them. Here, the Others are all too willing to believe, so the main character flaw of the character is completely skewed. There is not much here to convince me to read the next book. I nearly stopped reading this one but decided I didn't have anything better to read. Now that I've finished it, I almost wished I had searched out something else instead.
kell0398 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I loved all the characters. I love the relationship that Meg built with Sam. They are so much alike yet so different. I can't wait to read the next one in the series.