Magic Burns (Kate Daniels)
Ilona Andrews
Language: English
Pages: 260
ISBN: 0441015832
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
As a mercenary who cleans up after magic gone wrong, Kate Daniels knows how waves of paranormal energy ebb and flow across Atlanta like a tide. But once every seven years, a flare comes, a time when magic runs rampant. When Kate sets out to retrieve a set of stolen maps for the Pack, Atlanta's paramilitary clan of shape shifters, she quickly realizes much more is at stake. The stolen maps are only the opening gambit in an epic tug of war between two gods hoping for rebirth, and if Kate can't stop the cataclysmic showdown, the city may not survive.
Original Sin (Seven Deadly Sins, Book 1)
Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, Book 4)
Rosemary and Rue (October Daye, Book 1)
Blue Noon (Midnighters, Book 3)
of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate.” Wow, he was pissed. Now the muted setting made sense: a neutral room, soothing light, a book. The deep magic fed the beast within him. It took a monumental effort of will to restrain it. With the flare so close, Curran was a powder keg with a short fuse. I had to be careful not to light that fuse. Nobody outside the Pack, except for Andrea, knew I was here. He could kill me right now
poked at the coals with a long stick. I finished my meat and lay on my back, stretching my feet to the fire. It’d been a long day. I lost Julie and I still had no clue where her mom had gone. At least Andrea didn’t die. I became aware of Bran watching me. Our stares connected and he went down for a kiss, but I put my hand onto his lips. “I don’t want to headbutt you a third time. Trust me, if I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know.” He sat up, picked up a twig and snapped small pieces
skin. The crow’s claw gripped a huge bronze cauldron. Bran scooped a handful of metal garbage and hurled it. Jagged metal trash bit into the crow, puncturing his neck and back with a hoarse whine. Dark blood rolled from the jet feathers in fist-sized globules. The spheres detached from Morfran’s flesh and hung in the air, shimmering in the light of the dying sun. Bran hurled the contents of his other hand. A single piece sparkled and bit deep into the crow’s back—Morfran’s own axehead. The
crabmeat, dunking it in melted butter, licked her fingers, and cried some more. On the drive back, she sat sullenly in her seat. “So what happens to me now?” she asked finally. “Summer’s almost over. Eventually, you’ll have to go to school.” “Why?” “Because you have a gift. I want you to learn and to get to know other people. Other kids and adults, so you can learn how they think. So nobody can take advantage of you again.” “They won’t like me.” “You might be surprised.” “Is it going to
among chunks of concrete. Unable or unwilling to clear the rubble, the city grew around it. Small stalls and stands had sprung up here and there along the twelve-lane highway, selling everything from fake monster eggs to state-of-the-art miniature palmtops and precision firearms. The palmtops rarely worked even when tech was in full swing, and the monsters sometimes hatched. Horses, mules, camels, and bizarre vehicles all attempted to negotiate the crowded road, blending into a huge
