Praise for New York Times bestselling author MICHELLE SAGARA and The Chronicles of Elantra series
âNo one provides an emotional payoff like Michelle Sagara. Combine that with a fast-paced police procedural, deadly magics, five very different races and a wickedly dry sense of humorâwell, it doesnât get any better than this.â
âBestselling author Tanya Huff on The Chronicles of Elantra series
âIntense, fast-paced, intriguing, compelling and hard to put downâ¦unforgettable.â
âIn the Library Reviews on Cast in Shadow
âReaders will embrace this compelling, strong-willed heroine with her often sarcastic voice.â
âPublishers Weekly on Cast in Courtlight
âThe impressively detailed setting and the bookâs spirited heroine are sure to charm romance readers as well as fantasy fans who like some mystery with their magic.â
âPublishers Weekly on Cast in Secret
âAlong with the exquisitely detailed world building, Sagaraâs character development is mesmerizing. She expertly breathes life into a stubborn yet evolving heroine. A true master of her craft!â
âRT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars) on Cast in Fury
âWith prose that is elegantly descriptive, Sagara answers some longstanding questions and adds another layer of mystery. Each visit to this amazing world, with its richness of place and character, is one to relish.â
âRT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars) on Cast in Silence
âAnother satisfying addition to an already vivid and entertaining fantasy series.â
âPublishers Weekly on Cast in Chaos
Iâd like to dedicate this book to the Harlequin/LUNA team.
Editorialâ
Mary-Theresa Hussey, Elizabeth Mazer, Margo Lipschultz and Tara Parsons;
Artâ
Kathleen Oudit, Vanessa Karabegovic and Shane Rebenschied;
Marketingâ
Marianna Ricciuto, Ashley Reid and Diana Wong;
and the Harlequin Sales Group
as well as all the others who touch the book behind the scenes.
The worst thing about near-world-ending disasters according to Sergeant Marcus Kassanâat least the ones that had miraculously done very little damageâwas the paperwork they generated. Two departments over, the Hawks required to man desks visibleâand accessibleâto the public would probably have disagreed. Vehemently. In Leontine.
In the day and a half since four very large Dragons, a small army, and every Sword on the roster had converged on Elani street, thereâd been a steady stream of people coming to the office that bordered Missing Persons to make complaints, demand redress, or simply ask for some assurance that the world had not, in fact, ended. The numbers of civilian complaints had, in theory, peaked.
Theory, as usual, was invented by some bureaucrat in a high tower who didnât have to actually deal with said complaints. Private Neya, however, wasnât even Corporal, let alone lofty bureaucrat. She was part of the emergency shift of Hawks whoâd been crammed into a workspaceâalready tight to begin withâin order to deal with the civilians. The Hawks who regularly manned these desks were generally older and certainly better suited to the task.
They appeared to appreciate the help about as much as the help appreciated being there.
âYouâre beat Hawks,â her Sergeant had growled. For some of the officers who worked in the Halls of Law, growl would be figurative. In the case of Kaylin Neya, it was literal: her Sergeant was a Leontine. âYou deal with the public every day.â
âRight. We deal with the public accused of stealing, mugging, and murder.â All in all, it didnât give the brightest window into the human condition. When Sergeant Kassan failed to even blink, she added, âYou know themâtheyâre the people I donât have to worry about offending?â
Marcus, however, had failed to be moved. Kaylin had not, which is why she currently occupied half a strangerâs desk.
âYou were assigned to Elani,â he pointed out. âAt the moment, Elani is stillââ
âUnder quarantine. Yes. I realize that.â
âSince you canât do your job there for the next few days, you can make yourself useful in the front rooms, since we are still paying you.â
Not surprisingly, many of the reports delivered by timid, angry, or deranged civilians involved descriptions of a giant Dragon roaming the streets. His color varied from report to report, as did his activities; he reportedly breathed fire, ate peopleâor at least large, stray dogsâand leveled buildings. He was alternately the usual Dragon sizeâwhich, to be fair, was not smallâor giant; he was also deafening.
This last part was accurate. The rest, not so much. Kaylin, of course, knew the Dragon being described. Dragons were forbidden, by law, from assuming their native forms within the City of Elantra without express permission from the Eternal Emperor. Lord Tiamaris, however, had received that dispensation. He was, the last time sheâd seen him, a shade that approached copper. He did have an impressive wingspan, but none of the eyewitnesses had claimed to see him fly.