Praise for C.E. MURPHY and her books
THE NEGOTIATOR
Hands of Flame âFast-paced action and a twisty-turny plot make for a good read ⦠Fans of the series will be sad to leave Margritâs world behind, at least for the time being.â âRT Book Reviews
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
âThe second title in Murphyâs Negotiator series is every bit as interesting and fun as the first. Margrit is a fascinatingly complex heroine who doesnât shy away from making difficult choices.â
âRT Book Reviews
Heart of Stone â[An] exciting series opener ⦠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
âA fascinating new series ⦠as usual, Murphy delivers interesting worldbuilding and magical systems, believable and sympathetic characters and a compelling story told at a breakneck pace.â
âRT Book Reviews
Authorâs Note
âWhere,â comes the dreaded question, âdo you get your ideas?â
The Negotiator trilogy originally sprang from a Beauty and the Beast-with-gargoyles idea a friend and I discussed. The resemblance between that initial discussion and the story youâre now reading is pretty much imperceptible. Well, there were gargoyles in the original idea, so I suppose itâs perceptible, but only just.
I came back to the idea a couple of years later, having realized that if there were gargoyles, there were probably other nonhuman races littering the planet, as well, and that an interesting way to learn about them would be to put an ordinary human woman in their midst. Margrit Knight arrived fully formed in my head one morning, and from there I essentially never looked back. (I rewrote a lot, but I never looked back!) Discovering her world and embroiling her in the Old Racesâ politics has been a fantastic journey for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have!
Catie
For Trent
(Although some may call him ⦠Tim^H^H^HPaul) I wouldnât have made it through this one without your help, man. Thank you.
First off, I would like to say to my editor, Matrice: Did you not read the last set of acknowledgments? The ones that said, âPlease donât ever make me work this hard againâ? But itâs a much, much better book for it, so thank you.:)
My Live Journal friends list came through en masse with New York details, information about the legal system, about high-quality pens, about seventeenth-century London ⦠and every single question they answered got cut in revisions. Regardless, I am extremely grateful to them all. If I were slightly more competent Iâd have prepared a list of people who were particularly and especially helpful, but I wasnât that together this time around. Next time, I promise.
Chris McGrath has provided me with another gorgeous cover, and I canât wait to see it wrapped around my words. Itâs one of the best parts of being a writer.
Trent was my much-belabored usual suspect this time around, while Ted, as usual, patiently offered plot ideas when I got stuck. I also owe a huge debt of thanks to Team Whac-A-Mole (Alison, Anna, Catherine K, Catherine S, Erica and Neal) for whacking spam moles on cemurphy.net.:)
HUMANS WOULD CALL it a catch-22.
Heâd read the book the phrase came from, even sympathized with the protagonist, a man desperate to avoid fighting in a war but with no recourse to do so except claim insanity. The difficulty lay in the militaryâs own desperation for warriors. If he said he was crazy and wanted to fight, all the better; they would take him. If he didnât, that was simply normal, and theyâd conscript him regardless.
Gargoyles did not find themselves in such situations.
Albanâs shoulders slid down as he passed a hand over his eyes. Gargoyles didnât find themselves in such situations, and yet. And yet.
A woman ran on the pathways below him, finding her stride without fear in the March night. She ran as if Central Park were her demesne and the things that stalked it too slow or thick-witted to capture her. Sheâd done it before she knew he was there, watching and protecting her. She would have continued long since, had he never revealed himself to her.
But he had, and now she knew. Knew about him and his people, and knew that he soared from treetop to treetop, keeping her safe from monsters worse than him. Knew that his nature demanded he protect her, once heâd chosen her as his ward.
Heâd walked away from their impossible relationship, certain that leaving was the only way to allow her a life with any meaning in her own world. In introducing himself to herânecessary as it had seemedâheâd also introduced an overwhelming element of danger into her human experience. She had accepted that, even embraced it, but he could not. He was a protector, and to protect