Summon the Keeper: The Keeper's Chronicles #1
Tanya Huff
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0886777844
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Being one of the Earth's protectors is never easy, but when Claire the Keeper and Austin the cat find themselves in charge of the Elysian Fields Guesthouse Bed and Breakfast, all Hell breaks loose in the form of a gateway residing in the basement! Do not miss the latest from one of the top writers in the fantasy genre!
- Compares to best-selling fantasy authors Mercedes lackey and Charles deLint
- Tanya Huff's DAW books were chosen by the New York Public Library system as part of their Books for Teens program!
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by such potent malevolence. “On the other hand,” she cracked her fingers and moved up to the head of the bed, “if it were easy, everybody’d be doing it.” …however, it took the combined strength of both Keepers to achieve the necessary balance of power between Sara and the pit, and even then she nearly broke free of their restraints. Given the urgency of the situation, the Keepers on the scene felt it best to use a slam, bam, thank you, ma’am approach. The Historian clearly believed in
energy flare caught him full in the face, lifted him into the air, and smashed him against the wall between the two windows. The first bounce dropped him into the remains of the fern. The second dropped him unresisting to the floor. “NO!” Unable to stand, Diana crawled toward the body. A warm hand clamped down on one shoulder stopped her cold. “I don’t think so.” As Sara’s grip dragged her around to face the bed, Diana put up no resistance. When Sara’s eyes met hers, she grabbed for all the
almost got it” “Suit yourself, Keeper, but I just got an e-mail telling me to reactivate that bit of history you’re reading.” Claire looked up from the binder. “What do you mean reactivate?” “Probably got a couple of loose ends tying themselves up.” “Probably?” Claire scrambled to her feet. Any loose ends had come untied since she’d left. “What’s happening?” “How should I know? I don’t mess with the present I do history. Put the book back on the shelf before you…” The Historian sighed and
“That is not what I mean.” “You shouldn’t spy on the guests,” Dean told him, tightening his grip on a handful of steel wool. “It’s rude.” “I was not spying,” Jacques protested indignantly. “I was concerned.” “Pull the other one.” “You do not have to believe me.” “Good.” “Why do you suppose such a pretty girl stays in a room with no windows?” Descending from an hour spent studying the power wrapped around Aunt Sara—as long as she could spend so close to such evil without wanting to rent
artist with a hook, seemed to think anything of it. “Don’t eat or drink while you’re in there.…” “Not much danger of that,” he muttered. “I’ll just find the boss….” From somewhere in town came the enraged roar of an Industrial Light and Magic special effect followed closely by a woman’s scream. “Claire!” His work boots slipping on the wet cobblestones, Dean raced away from the harbor through a rabbit warren of narrow streets, all of them steeply angled regardless of the direction he was
