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SHADOW RITES (Jane Yellowrock #10) | Mass Market Paperback | $7.99 | 368 pages | | ISBN: 9780451465979
Slaying vampires is child’s play for skinwalker Jane Yellowrock. But handling the complicated politics of New Orleans’ supernatural players is another story...Jane is keeping the peace between visiting groups of witches and vamps in the city, but then trouble comes knocking on her doorstep. When her house is magically attacked, the wild chase to find her assailants unearths a mystery that has literally been buried deep.A missing master vampire, presumed long deceased, is found chained in a pit...undead, raving mad, and in the company of two human bodies. Now it’s up to Jane to find out who kept the vampire hidden for so long and why, because the incident could tip already high supernatural tensions to an all-out arcane war.
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About Faith Hunter
Faith Hunter, fantasy writer, was born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. She writes three Urban Fantasy series: the Skinwalker series, featuring Jane Yellowrock, a Cherokee skinwalker who hunts rogue vampires. The Soulwood series, featuring earth magic user Nell Ingram. And the Rogue Mage novels, a dark, urban, post-apocalyptic, fantasy series featuring Thorn St. Croix, a stone mage. (There is a role playing game based on the series, ROGUE MAGE.)Under the pen name Gwen Hunter, she writes action-adventure, mysteries, and thrillers. As Faith and Gwen, she has 30+ books in print in 29 countries.Hunter writes full-time, tries to keep house, and is a workaholic with a passion for travel, jewelry making, white-water kayaking, and writing. She and her husband love to RV, traveling with their rescued Pomeranians to whitewater rivers all over the Southeast.Find Faith online at www.faithhunter.net, her blog, on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads; also www.yellowrocksecurities.
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IT’S JUST A DATE Part TWO
From the world of Jane Yellowrock
Copyright Faith Hunter
I dressed with special care. It had been weeks since my honeybunch—not that I’d ever call Bruiser that to his face—and I had been on real date. Something other than fast food or grabbing a few hours together had become a rarity, and dinner at a new multi-star restaurant was a treat, even if we did have four others sharing the limo. No fun and games on the limo floor tonight, but getting a blind date in place for Wrassler and Jodi was an invitation we couldn’t refuse. The two had been giving long looks when the other was too busy to notice, making excuses to be in the same room or on the same case together. I had even caught Jodi twirling her hair when she was talking to him. And Wrassler had bought a new suit and new shoes that fit his prosthetic leg better than his old ones, and he wore it whenever she was around. They were crazy about each other but neither would make the first move. And I would suck as a matchmaker. So Eli, one of my partners in Yellowrock Securities, and Sylvia, his sweetie-pie (ditto on not saying that aloud) set up the date. It was pretty romantic.
I heard my own sigh as I pulled on a pair of dress slacks with false pockets. The legs were wide enough that I could carry a blade and a small weapon strapped to my thigh. I had a .380 that was the size as my palm, and a six inch silvered blade. I went nowhere these days without a weapon, even the nearly useless ones I carried tonight. I pulled on a long-sleeved black T-shirt, a necklace with a topaz stone focal, and loosely braided my hair. I stabbed two silver stakes and one wooden stake into it once I had it all twisted up into a messy bun.
In the mirror I looked casual but elegant. And Bruiser liked the way my legs and butt looked in these pants. Just to remind him what awaited him if we ever found the time.
I adjusted the weapons so they didn’t show on my legs and decided they weren’t enough. I texted Molly—my BFF and earth witch—that I was going into her trinket box, and dragged it from the top shelf of my closet. I unlatched the small olivewood box and studied the charms that Molly kept ready for my use: petrified wood discs hand-carved in bas-relief, wooden cross with a dead Jesus on it, a wooden ring made of three kinds of wood laminated together, a hair ornament with wooden leaf dangling on a short chain.
I touched several, and decided on the charm that I hadn't had the courage to wear in a long time. The last time I had used this type of working I had killed the only other skinwalker I had met in modern times. It tingled with harnessed power, hot on my fingertips. By touching it, I had locked and loaded the charm. The petrified wood disc was hand-carved to look like a spray of leaves, and it hair ornament where it dangled slid onto the crown of my head.It looked innocent enough, but it was designed to explode into a magical attacker and dissolve both flesh and spell, leaving the assailant an empty, lifeless husk. Wearing it, I felt better about my lack of steel weapons. While I was at it, a slid on the wooden ring too. It had been created to provide me temporary protection from aggressive spells. It gave me a fifteen second window to get away if I was magically attacked. Pretty cool.
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