A Companion to Wolves is the story of a young nobleman, Isolfr, who is chosen to become a wolfcarl -- a warrior who is bonded to a fighting wolf. Isolfr is deeply drawn to the wolves, and though as his father's heir he can refuse the call, he chooses to go. The people of this wintry land depend o...
In Old Earth's clandestine world of ambassador-spies, Michelangelo Kusanagi-Jones and Vincent Katherinessen were once a starring team. But ever since a disastrous mission, they have been living separate lives in a universe dominated by a ruthless Coalition - one that is about to reunite them.The ...
Give Canada's Master Warrant Officer Jenny Casey an inch and she'll take a galaxy. That's just the kind of person a world on the brink of destruction needs. The year is 2063, and Earth has been brutalized. An asteroid flung at Toronto by the PanChinese government has killed tens of millions and l...
The year is 2062, and after years on the run, Jenny Casey is back in the Canadian armed forces. Those who were once her enemies are now her allies, and at fifty, she’s been handpicked for the most important mission of her life–a mission for which her artificially reconstructed body is perfectly s...
She is known as Seeker. Spellbound by the Faerie Queen, she has abducted human children for her mistress’s pleasure for what seems like an eternity, unable to free herself from servitude and reclaim her own humanity.Seeker’s latest prey is a Merlin. Named after the legendary wizard of Camelot, Me...
Once Jenny Casey was somebody’s daughter. Once she was somebody’s enemy. Now the former Canadian special forces warrior lives on the hellish streets of Hartford, Connecticut, in the year 2062. Racked with pain, hiding from the government she served, running with a crime lord so she can save a lif...
A frontier world on the back end of nowhere is the sort of place people go to get lost. And some of those people have secrets worth hiding, secrets that can change the future–assuming there is one. . . . André Deschênes is a hired assassin, but he wants to be so much more. If only he can find a ...
He kicks. He’d bite, but whoever has him is wise to that trick. He’s held tight. “Close your eyes, Angel,” Mama says, but he doesn’t listen. She’s not looking at him. He dreams his name the way she said it again, the fond short form nobody else has ever called him. Whoever’s holding him says some...
Shall they part him among the merchants? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? Or his head with fish spears?—Job 41: 6–7, King James Bible Caitlin would have far rather returned Jsutien to an acceleration bay or, failing that, a hospital tank, but he was awake now and she was stuck with h...
It was all I could do not to turn my head and spit on the floor as they passed.Before I left, I changed my kirtle and surcote for trousers and a tunic, and wrapped my star-blue cloak about my shoulders. Then I slid my belt-knife from its sheath and I went to work on the dress. It was the work of ...
Ümmühan’s status as a poetess granted her some privileges—such as the quiet of the high tower in which to work—but her status as a slave meant that these privileges were tenuous, and easily revoked. Fortunately, she was popular with the other women. This was in no small part due to the effort wit...
If it were not for the long sculpted lines of smoke hanging above her twin chimneys she might have seemed motionless; the paddleboxes enclosing her side wheels disguised their revolution as the moonlight disguised the brilliant colors of her woodwork. Detective Crown Investigator Abigail Irene Ga...
So Jack was anything but surprised when—a little before the sun was due to rise at nine in the morning—the door opened silently and the wampyr stepped in with a restrained bow to the two seated at the tiny square kitchen table where Jack usually ate his cereal alone. —You must be Irina Stephanova...
In the night and the rain, nothing could touch the wampyr. He was as at home in these savage elements as a statue: as obdurate, as immutable, as immune—to chill, to neglect, to solitude. But not to loneliness. Oh, if only. The boarding school—set amid its extensive garden—that hosted the operatio...
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A dull glow crept around a curve ahead, limning the crooked edge of the stone. Bijou turned off the torch and they made their way forward on tiptoes, each one testing each step before committing his or her weight. Another few cramped strides brought her to the corner. Mouse-soft, Bijou leaned aro...
Loud music thumps and lasers flash, while a smoke machine lends an air of unreality to everything. We follow a young woman through the crowd to the bar. She’s pretty, but obviously nervous. She can’t catch the bartender’s eye. When she finally turns away, frustrated, there’s a space around her: o...
— Maurice Maeterlinck “It’s not like I’d be selling my own liver.” Ilya held casually to a cracked strap, swaying with the motion of the Metro. “Petra Ivanovna. Are you listening to me?” “Sorry,” I said. I’d been trading stares with a Metro dog. My feet were killing me in heels I should have ...
It weren’t dark—if anything it was too damned bright, and when I tried to open my eyes I slammed ’em shut again right quick, feeling as if somebody had driven an ice pick into my brain. I hadn’t got more than a glimpse, but I had the idea that I was in a bright, small room, maybe lit with electri...
His hand clenched on the knife hilt; he nearly drove the forged blade into his own belly before he realized that what stood over him, filthy in the morning light, was a liver-bay mare whose sparse mane was still braided down between her eyes with red war ribbons. She whuffed again, not startled b...
Brokkolfr lifted his head, careful not to push with his elbows, and craned his neck to see better. There was, predictably, a shape behind each set of eyes, a shape dull and dark in color, like a hunched lump of stone—but they showed up as crooked silhouettes against the pale limestone behind. The...
They knew through the pack-sense from Viradechtis that the Northern army was still gathering. They suspected from experience—and had discussed through many long nights of strategizing over the past years—that the Rheans would not follow them into the wolf-haunted woods. Skjaldwulf Marsbrother had...
At a dead run, his armor assembling around him as his boots hammered the decking. It was dangerous to move—let alone violently—while the shell constructed itself, but the urgency in the Angel’s call left no time to dally. And Tristen knew that no matter how he taxed them to wait for assistance, t...
Old instinct told him to lie still until he knew where he was; he breathed shallowly, red light filtering through closed eyelids, and quickly—thoroughly—counted fingers and toes, checked breathing and respiration, realized that the crusted, sticky feeling tugging his throat and chest was not a go...
Those man-sounds, the ones they make nearly ceaselessly when they are in one another’s company. They argue like pigeons; they cluck and coo. The brothers-and-sisters only talk when it is needful, because sound tells the enemies where you are. And for the brothers-and-sisters, the city is full of ...
—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Merchant of Venice Will stood against the painted cloth covering the wall of Sir Francis Walsingham’s bedroom, flanked by Richard Burbage’s fair hair on one side and Thomas Walsingham’s tall frame on the other. They leaned shoulder to shoulder, unspeaking, feet and lower...
Temur and Samarkar both thought it best not to wander about Asitaneh unescorted, but that did not mean they were idle. Samarkar took on logistics and provisioning, poring over maps with Ato Tesefahun and Brother Hsiung. The best route to Ala-Din was by ship to Asmaracanda—well, the best route to ...
While Damian finished his dinner, the wampyr reached across the table to retrieve Ragoczy’s abandoned copy of the Manhattanite. It was a full-sized paper, not the tabloid he had anticipated. When he flipped it open, though, his fingers stuck against the surface as if it were printed on fly...