Noah's Boy (Shape Shifter)
Sarah A. Hoyt
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 1476736545
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
URBAN FANTASY. Sequel to Draw One in the Dark and The Gentleman Takes a Chance.
Sequel to Draw One in the Dark and The Gentleman Takes a Chance—a new entry in Sarah A. Hoyt’s celebrated Shifter contemporary fantasy series!
For years, Rafiel Trall, one of Goldport's finest, has been walking the fine line between enforcing human law and protecting the shifters who come his way. A lion shifter himself, he's found this duty onerous. Lately it's been lightened by his friendship with Tom Ormson, a dragon shifter, and Kyrie Smith, a panther shifter. This should make it easier for him to find a solution for the crimes of a feral shifter—but not when an as yet unnamed entity takes out the Great Sky Dragon, the head of all dragon shifters. With his power devolving on Tom Ormson just as Kyrie finds that a mysterious ailment prevents her from shifting, Rafiel must rely only on himself, a seductive dragon girl and an even more seductive and unreliable old shifter to solve the crimes, maintain shifters hidden and keep his best friend in the world from becoming a dragon of unimaginable mass destruction.
About the Sarah A. Hoyt:
“[Three Musketeers creator] Alexander Dumas would give [Sarah A. Hoyt] a thumbs up.” —Steve Forbes
“[F]anciful and charming.” —Library Journal
"First-rate space opera with a moral lesson. You won't be disappointed."—Glenn Reynolds, Instapundit.com
“[A] tour de force: logical, built from assumptions with no contradictions . . . gripping.” —Jerry Pournelle
“Exceptional, wonderful and enormously entertaining.” —Booklist
The Shifter Series
Draw One in the Dark
Gentleman Takes a Chance
Noah's Boy
Night Shift
Series omnibus contains Draw One in the Dark and Gentleman Takes a Chance
Touched by Darkness (Sentinel, Book 1)
Tainted Blood (Generation V, Book 3)
Zero Sight (Zero Sight, Book 1)
The Dispossessed (The Metatron Mysteries, Book 2)
retrospect, Kyrie understood both of them—to an extent. She knew Edward Ormson had been terrified. Since reestablishing contact with his son two years ago, Tom’s father had tried to explain himself, and he’d bought them the diner and moved to Denver to be within driving distance and, in his self-absorbed, blinkered way, did his best possible to—belatedly—be a good father. Growing up, Tom had been a difficult child and a difficult teenager, had a string of minor offenses on his record, and had
Dragon had in fact done something to her. Her head hurt. She was probably concussed. And the idiots had put her here and set the house on fire. Why? Was it dearest many-times great-grand’s attempt at punishing her for not obeying? How nice of him. Though to do him justice, perhaps he hadn’t set the house on fire. She went to the window again and saw that few people were watching the window. So, all she needed to do was shift, and then she could fly away from this, and— And absolutely nothing.
. . . I believe what is now called Scandinavia. Their ruler was a female. She was called the Queen of the West, as I was the King of the East. We made a treaty, to keep our people from fighting each other. There was a symbolic marriage. This resulted in a son, who was not a shifter. I thought our blood didn’t work together, that we’d never have children who were shifters from that line, so I ignored it. “Until someone stole the Pearl of Heaven and I found that while I could touch his mind, I
was many people in a variety of situations, and all he could do was hold on tight to the idea that there was still a Tom there—a person, immutable, at the heart of the storm. Once he’d found himself, as the center and fulcrum of all the perceptions, all the knowledge coming at him from everywhere a dragon was, he found Jao. For a disconcerting moment, he found his mind inside that of Jao, who was standing inside the Three Luck Dragon—in the little space behind the reception counter/bar, where
he had always wanted to be sure he could trust anyone he did that with. It felt, he thought, rather as it must feel to be raped. He’d heard rape victims—usually female—describe that feeling of not being in control, of not being able to say no, of being overpowered, of never again feeling safe, and he felt it echo in him. There was also the same guilt. Rape victims would go on and on, analyzing their clothes, the way they stood, and what they’d done, trying to figure out if they’d done something,
