Praise for
C.E. MURPHY and her books:
The Walker Papers
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
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
Thunderbird Falls
âThoroughly entertaining from start to finish.â
âAward-winning author Charles de Lint
âThe breakneck pace keeps things movingâ¦helping make this one of the most involving and entertaining new supernatural mystery series in an increasingly crowded field.â
âLOCUS
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
Urban Shaman
âC.E. Murphy has written a spellbinding and enthralling urban fantasy in the tradition of Tanya Huff and Mercedes Lackey.â
âThe Best Reviews
âTightly plotted and nicely paced, Murphyâs latest has a world in which ancient and modern magic fuse almost seamlesslyâ¦Fans of urban fantasy are sure to enjoy this first book in what looks to be an exciting new series.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
[nominee for Reviewerâs Choice Best Modern Fantasy]
The Negotiator
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
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
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
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
Heart of Stone
â[An] 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
âA fascinating new seriesâ¦as usual, Murphy delivers interesting worldbuilding and magical systems, believable and sympathetic characters and a compelling story told at a breakneck pace.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
This book is for my grandfather,
Francis John Joseph McNally Malone, who would have been proud of me.
I hardly know where to begin saying thank you. Starting at the end and working my way backward seems appropriate.
First: my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, for taking a chance on a brand-new author; my agent, Jennifer Jackson, for her enthusiasm; and cover artist Hugh Syme, whose work Iâm delighted to have my book judged by.
Second: Trip, for pointing out the glaring error in the rough draft and thereby making this a much better book; Silkie, for demanding the next chapter every time she saw me; and Sarah, my critique partner extraordinaire.
Third: my family, who never once doubted theyâd be holding one of my books in their hands one dayâ¦
And most of all, Ted, who looked out the airplane window in the first place.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
Tuesday, January 4th, 6:45 a.m.
Thereâs nothing worse than a red-eye flight.
Well, all right, thatâs wildly untrue. There are lots of things worse than red-eye flights. There are starving children in Africa, hate crimes and Austin Powersâs teeth. Thatâs just off the top of my head.
But I was crammed into an airplane seat that wouldnât comfortably hold a four-year-old child, and had been for so many hours I was no longer certain what species I belonged to. I hadnât slept in over a day. I was convinced that if someone didnât stay awake, the airplane would fall out of the sky, and I couldnât trust anyone else to do the job.
My stomach was alternating between nausea from the airline meal Iâd eaten hours earlier, and hunger from not eating another revolting meal more recently. Iâd forgotten to take my contact lens case with me in my carry-on, and my eyes were burning. My spine was so bent out of shape Iâd have to visit a chiropractor for a week to stand up straight again. I was flying back from a funeral to be fired.
Overall, starving children in Africa were taking a distant second to my own misery and discomfort. Shallow, but true.
A very small part of my mind was convinced that if the flight attendants would just let me into the unpressurized luggage compartment to find my contact case, everything would miraculously be right with the world. None of them would let me, so my contacts were welded to my eyes. Every several minutes I decided it wasnât worth it and started to take them out. Every time, I remembered that they were my last pair and Iâd have to suffer with glasses until I made an eye appointment.