Shattered Bonds by Faith Hunter (English) Paperback Book

Description: Shattered Bonds by Faith Hunter Jane Yellowrock must dig deep if she is to survive in the latest novel in this New York Times bestselling series. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Jane Yellowrock must dig deep and find strength in herself if she is to survive in the latest novel in this New York Times bestselling series.Jane Yellowrock must dig deep and find strength within herself if she is to survive in the latest novel in this New York Times bestselling series.Jane Yellowrock is vampire-killer-for-hire, but her last battle with an ancient arcane enemy has brought her low. She seeks retreat in the Appalachian Mountains to grieve the loss of her friends, and to heal-or to die-from the disease brought on by her magic.But malevolent elements in the paranormal community still seek to destroy Jane, and a terrifying foestalks her, even into the safety of the hills. With nowhere to run and her body failing, the rogue-vampire hunter and her inner Beast must discover a way to defeat this new threat, and find a form that gives her a chance to fight another day. Author Biography Faith Hunter is the New York Times bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock series, the Soulwood series, and the Rogue Mage series. Review Praise for the Jane Yellowrock Novels "A lot of series seek to emulate Hunters work, but few come close to capturing the essence of urban fantasy: the perfect blend of intriguing heroine, suspense, [and] fantasy with just enough romance."--SF Site "Jane is a fully realized, complicated woman; her power, humanity, and vulnerability make her a compelling heroine. The fight scenes are exciting and the New Orleans setting is absorbing, but its the ever-evolving bond between Jane and her Beast personality that keeps this fun series fresh."--Publishers Weekly "Jane Yellowrock is smart, sexy, and ruthless."—Kim Harrison, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Dead Witch Walking "Readers eager for the next book in Patricia Briggss Mercy Thompson series may want to give Faith Hunter a try."--Library Journal "Hunters very professionally executed, tasty blend of dark fantasy, mystery, and romance should please fans of all three genres."--Booklist "Hunter is an expert at creating worlds filled with intriguing supernatural elements and exciting scenarios; the latest Yellowrock novel packs a powerful punch."--RT Book Reviews "Seriously. Best urban fantasy Ive read in years, possibly ever."--C. E. Murphy, author of Magic and Manners Promotional Jane Yellowrock must dig deep and find strength within herself if she is to survive in the latest novel in this New York Times bestselling series. Review Quote Praise for the Jane Yellowrock Novels "A lot of series seek to emulate Hunters work, but few come close to capturing the essence of urban fantasy: the perfect blend of intriguing heroine, suspense, [and] fantasy with just enough romance."--SF Site "Jane is a fully realized, complicated woman; her power, humanity, and vulnerability make her a compelling heroine. The fight scenes are exciting and the New Orleans setting is absorbing, but its the ever-evolving bond between Jane and her Beast personality that keeps this fun series fresh."-- Publishers Weekly "Jane Yellowrock is smart, sexy, and ruthless."--Kim Harrison, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Dead Witch Walking "Readers eager for the next book in Patricia Briggss Mercy Thompson series may want to give Faith Hunter a try."-- Library Journal "Hunters very professionally executed, tasty blend of dark fantasy, mystery, and romance should please fans of all three genres."-- Booklist "Hunter is an expert at creating worlds filled with intriguing supernatural elements and exciting scenarios; the latest Yellowrock novel packs a powerful punch."-- RT Book Reviews "Seriously. Best urban fantasy Ive read in years, possibly ever."--C. E. Murphy, author of Magic and Manners Promotional "Headline" Jane Yellowrock must dig deep and find strength within herself if she is to survive in the latest novel in this New York Times bestselling series. Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 He Ate Her Body While She Was Still Alive, Piece by Piece Beast pawpawpawed, slow, across ridge of rock over creek. Silent. Good predator. Moving back paw into front paw track, paw prints overlapping in fresh layer of snow. Beast lifted snout and sniffed, breath in two white clouds in icy air. Wind blew own scent back, along path. Wind filled nose with musk of three male deer, upwind. Bucks did not see or smell Beast. Beast is best hunter. But. Biggest buck raised head. Sniffing. Pawing dirt. Eyes on tree bark where Beast had left mark before last pregnant moon. Where Beast had sharpened claws to mark territory. Old spoor. Beast had hunted along creek then. Was best hunters old spoor still strong with threat? Had Beast made stupid kit mistake? No. Beast is good hunter. Want big deer. Has much meat. Will have good blood and good organs and good belly fat. Beast hungers. Big buck is strong and healthy. Pawed closer. Crouched. Eyes on other creek bank and deer below. Watching. Snow covered ground, deep as Beast paw. Wet rocks were black, sharp as knife blade in hands of human hunter. Sunlight was low, angled. Reflection in pool of water below did not show Beast. Did not show deer. Was good hunting spot. Water splashed from small falls, crisp, like breaking sticks. Would cover Beast sounds. Smaller male in male deer herd finished drinking. Leaped up bank to flat ground beneath Beasts perch. Beast waited. Finally, big deer dropped head. And drank. Beast tightened crouch, pulling all body onto paws, shoulders high. Leaped. Shoved off with back legs. Stretched out front legs. Claws extending. Falling. Thick tail rotated for balance. Scent of buck rushed up. Heavy. Pungent. Deer flinched. Hooves left ground. Buck leaped high. Away from other deer. Beast snarled. Not expecting jump. Whipped tail, swiveling body. Reaching. Buck splashed into deep water. Beast missed. Buck leaped again. Splashed hard. Hooves driving up far bank. White tail held high. Beast fell. Landed half in water. Front paws missed rock just under surface. Paws, legs, shoulders, head, slapped into water. And under it. Nose flaps closed, but not before water went up nose. Front feet hit bottom, back feet hit bank. Wrenched body back. Rear paws and claws dug deep into half-frozen muddy bank. Body twisted. Out of water. Blew water out of nose in loud snort. Spat and shook. Loose coat slid around muscular body. Flinging water droplets into snow. Blowing. Beast whirled, searching for two smaller deer. They had vanished. Beast snarled at world. Screamed. Big deer must have heard or smelled Beast. I hunger! Screamed again, sound echoing in hills. Chuffed in anger. Pounced up and down, paws sinking into half-frozen mud. Deer did not come back. Prey was smart. Shook again. Water had not penetrated into deep coat. Had not washed into paw pads. Beast would not freeze. Pulled in air over tongue and over scent sacs in roof of mouth. What Jane called flehmen response, but Beast called scenting. Stopped. Held muzzle into air and smelled again. Caught stink of cat on air. Sucked in air again, hard and long, showing fangs, smelling with nose and part of brain that Beast had stolen from ugly dog, good nose, what Jane called bloodhound. Smelled cat. Was male. Did not smell like lynx or bobcat. Was not small feral cat humans used as mousers. Was different. Was . . . bigger. Scent was old and no tracks showed in snow. But cat had been on Beasts territory. Back feet landing in prints of front feet, Beast stalked scent. Followed old cat smell many short steps, body in crouch, to tree on edge of hunting territory. Male cat had left spoor near tree. Old scat. Male cat was healthy. Strong. Bigger than lynx. Beast sucked in scent through nose and mouth. Cat was not lion from Africa. Cat was not leopard. Not puma. Was not werecat. Beast knew those smells. Did not know this cat. Beast pawed scat and saw bones of rabbit in scat. But. Cat was gone. Beast clawed tree, shredding bark. Clawed and clawed, marking territory. This is Beast territory. This is Beast hunting ground. Snarled again. Shook more water out of pelt. Left spoor at ground under tree, on top of male cat scat. This said, Beast place. All who hunted here would know it was Beast place. Went back to pool of water and drank. Beast water. And when Beast sees deer again, Beast deer. Beast food. Beast screamed, mountain lion cry bouncing up hills like human ball on walls. Beast shook, flinging more water, and shoved off with all four feet. Straight-up jump, what Jane would say was too high, but Puma concolor knew was good jump. Landed on top of rock ridge. Raced into trees and down top of hill toward house that was human home. Snow began to fall. Ran through snowflakes, slinky and lithe and lissome. Good words for Beast. Each leap covered more than Beast body and tail, body and tail, and part of body again. Was long run steps. Sun dipped behind western ridge. Dusk fell. Beast eyes saw world as green and silver and gray and many shades of black. Cold air and snow kept Beast cool. Felt good on strong body. But Beast still hungered. Was skinny. Thought of humans and vampires and witches. Want to hunt bison in Edmund car. Edmund is gone. Want to sit on Leo and rub jaw on Leo to scent mark. But Leo is gone. Want to curl around Angie Baby and Little Evan and new kit and keep kits safe. But kits are gone. Beast is hungry. Beast is sad. Thought about big cat spoor. Beast is lonely. Felt/saw/smelled change. Beast stopped. Crouched. Thought was another deer, but . . . vibration beneath Beasts paws was too big for running deer. Was like stone on stone, not deer hooves. Beast quivered in reaction, sniffing, dropping belly to snow. Thinking. Vibration got stronger. Claws extruded and sank into leaves on ground beneath snow. Vibration got stronger again. Earth moves, Beast thought. Earth is alive. Snow fell from quivering branches overhead. Large globs landed on snow with soft plops. Dollop of snow splatted onto Beasts back. Beast hissed. Leaped high and to side, into trees, hissing, spitting, hissing, growling. Raced up tall tree into branches. Hunched tight. Smelling for enemy. But tree was shaking too. Earth settled. Night fell darker beneath heavy clouds. Faint light came from place where sun set. Beast turned to stare at it. Sun was gone. Was too light there now. Had been darker there when sun set last time Beast hunted. More white mans lights? Hate white mans lights. When Beast was satisfied that Earth was staying still, Beast dropped from limb, loped toward house. Smelled wood smoke on air. Smelled Brute spoor stink. Smelled Bruiser and Eli and stink of gunfire from new shooting range. Family. Saw snow fall, felt snow landing on coat. Trotted out of tree line, along row of grapevines, branches showing hints of green from warmer weather, now gone again. Bruiser said Mother Nature was fickle. Beast did not understand fickle. Trotted past unfinished cottages. Past finished cottages. Up to house that Jane called inn. Beast did not need lights, but security lights were on. Alex and Eli trusted Beast to know if Beast was safe, but did not trust Jane to live, so littermates had come. They had put up cameras. Beast was on camera and motion sensors. Beast thought about spraying spoor on cameras and chuffed with laughter. But Bruiser was here. Eli and Alex. Family. Beast did not spray cameras. Beast was nearing front steps when something in mind tore with harsh sound. Beast stopped. Stumbled. Fell to snow. In head, deep in mind, Edmund screamed, "My mistress! Dange-" The sound of his cry was cut off. Was sound of agony. Beast froze, lying in snow. Edmund cry waked Jane. Beast? Was that Ed? Beast whirled body and spun to feet. Raced for door, sprinting, leaping, covering twenty feet in a bound. Ed? Jane whispered in my/our mind. Edmund screamed. Sound as if heart was being torn out with claws. Oh no. Oh nonononono, Jane thought. Hes being . . . Hes being tortured. Pain and vertigo and the scent of blood flooded through me. Beast Description for Sales People Eight out of the previous 12 Jane Yellowrock novels have been New York Times bestsellers. This thrilling urban fantasy is perfect for fans of Patricia Briggs, Kelley Armstrong, and Charlaine Harris. Faith Hunter is also the author of the USA Today bestselling Soulwood series. Hunter has a great online presence, with 10k Facebook likes and 5.3k Twitter followers. Details ISBN0399587985 Author Faith Hunter Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Year 2019 ISBN-10 0399587985 ISBN-13 9780399587986 Format Paperback Imprint Ace Books Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States DEWEY 813.6 Series Jane Yellowrock Language English Series Number 13 UK Release Date 2019-10-29 Publication Date 2019-10-29 US Release Date 2019-10-29 Audience General NZ Release Date 2019-10-28 AU Release Date 2019-10-28 Pages 400 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:126089524;

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