Praise for
C.E. MURPHY and her books
THE WALKER PAPERS
Urban Shaman
âA swift pace, a good mystery, a likeable protagonist, magic, dangerâUrban Shaman has them in spades.â
âJim Butcher, bestselling author of The Dresden Files series
Thunderbird Falls
âFans of Jim Butcherâs Dresden Files novels and the works of urban fantasists Charles de Lint and Tanya Huff should enjoy this fantasy/mysteryâs cosmic elements. A good choice.â
âLibrary Journal
Coyote Dreams
âTightly written and paced, [Coyote Dreams] has a compelling, interesting protagonist, whose struggles and successes will captivate new and old readers alike.â
âRT Book Reviews
Walking Dead
âMurphyâs fourth Walker Papers offering is another gripping, well-written tale of what must be the worldâs most reluctantâand stubbornâshaman.â
âRT Book Reviews
THE NEGOTIATOR
Heart of Stone
âAn exciting series openerâ¦Margrit makes for a deeply compelling heroine as she struggles to sort out the sudden upheaval in her professional and romantic lives.â
âPublishers Weekly
House of Cards
âViolent confrontations add action on top of tense intrigue in this involving, even thrilling, middle book in a divertingly different contemporary fantasy romance series.â
âLOCUS
Hands of Flame
âFast-paced action and a twisty-turny plot make for a good readâ¦. Fans of the series will be sad to leave Margritâs world behind, at least for the time being.â
âRT Book Reviews
Author Note
By the time Demon Hunts comes out in June 2010, youâll have just missed the Brenda Novak Diabetes Research auction, which she runs every May. In 2009 I offered a âTuckerizationââan opportunity to have a character named after a readerâin the auction, and will very likely do the same in future auctions. Please keep an eye on my Web site, cemurphy.net, for information about such opportunities in the upcoming years!
âCatie
Tuesday, December 20, 4:34 A.M.
Someone had been chewing on the body.
Not something. Something, in the grand scheme of life, seemed like it would be okay. Thingsâcats, dogs, raccoons: choose your omnivore, I wasnât pickyâwere expected to chew on dead flesh. I was no forensics expert, but Iâd learned a few basics at police academy. For example, a bear stripped of its skin and missing its skull can so easily be mistaken for a skinned human that the exposed meat has to be tested in order to ascertain what kind of animal it had been. For another example, humans have a very round, even cusp to their bite that most mammals donât share. So I was pretty confident it was a someone, and not a something, who had eaten part of Charlie Groleskiâs left arm.
This was really not how I wanted to start the holiday season.
My partner, a holiday himselfâBilly Hollidayâswung down beside me. The Christmas carol he was whistling turned into a low long warble of dismay. âLooks like somebody ate him.â
âIâd noticed.â I rocked back on my heelsâa dangerous endeavor, since I was halfway up a low cliff, standing on a semi-sheer rock face. I was roped into a harness that was secured at the top of the cliff, but leaning back still felt like asking for trouble. âTell me something, Billy. How come we get all the exciting cases?â
âWe donât.â Billy crouched beside the body, his own harness squeaking and rattling with the motion. I edged several inches to the side and squinted nervously at the drop immediately to my left. Harsh white searchlights stared back at me, the generators powering them shaking all quietude from the morning. The lights made sharp shadows of our narrow ledge, enhancing my awareness that there wasnât really enough room for two people on the ledge, much less two people and a corpse. âDaniels, he gets exciting cases,â Billy said. âDrug murders, Mafia turncoats, revenge killings. We never get that stuff.â
âYou donât think half-eaten dead guys stuffed into crevasses are exciting?â
He shook his head. âNo. I think theyâre weird. We get the weird cases, not the exciting ones.â He pushed up and wrapped a hand around his rappelling line for balance. âGroleski mustâve been dead from the time they called in a missing persons report, maybe before. Too many days. I canât get anything from him.â
I muttered, âCrap,â and let the Sight wash over me.