Most Helpful Customer Reviews: Raven Calls (Luna Books) (Paperback)
Product Description
Something disagreeable this approach comes…
Suddenly, being bitten by a werewolf is a slightest of Joanne Walker's problems.
Her personal life in turmoil, her pursuit as a patrolman over, she's been called to Ireland by a sorcery within her. And yet Joanne's skills have grown by leaps and bounds, Ireland's sorcery is aged and unequivocally powerful….
In fact, this is a box of unprepared business. Because a lady Joanne has come to Ireland to rescue is a lady who sacrificed all for Joanne—the lady who died a year ago. Now, by a trip in time, she's in thrall to a dim energy and J oanne contingency conflict darkness, time and a gods themselves to save her.
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #2232 in Books
- Published on: 2012-02-21
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .94" h x 7.13" w x 4.75" l, .70 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 368 pages
Editorial Reviews
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"Fans of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files novels and a works of civic fantasists Charles de Lint and Tanya Huff should suffer this fantasy/mystery's vast elements. A good choice."
-Library Journal on Thunderbird Falls
"Tightly created and paced, [Coyote Dreams] has a compelling, engaging protagonist, whose struggles and successes will captivate new and aged readers alike."
– RT Book Reviews
"Murphy's fourth Walker Papers charity is another gripping, well-written story of what contingency be a world's many reluctant-and stubborn-shaman."
– RT Book Reviews on Walking Dead
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Sunday, Mar 19, 9:53 A.M.The werewolf punch on my forearm itched.
Itching was wrong. It wasn't aged adequate to itch. It should harm like a dickens, given I'd performed it maybe 6 hours earlier. Instead it itched like it was a two-week-old injury, good on a approach to healing.
Only we was utterly certain it wasn't healing. For one thing, we kept peeking during it, and it was still a large nasty slashy punch that oozed blood when a bandages were loosened. For another thing, my batch in trade was healing. Fourteen months, dual weeks and 3 days ago—but who was counting—I had been stabbed by a chest. A smart-ass coyote—kinda my suggestion guide—had given me a choice between failing or apropos a shaman. Even for someone with no use for a esoteric, like I'd been, it hadn't been most of a choice. So now, scarcely fifteen months on, a punch on my forearm was something we unequivocally should be means to understanding with.
And it wasn't that we hadn't attempted recovering it, given we had. Magic slid off like oil and water, or presumably some-more like oil and gashed flesh, if oil slid off gashed flesh, that we insincere it did yet didn't wish to indeed find out. Either way, a sorcery wasn't working. Normally that would be a bad sign, yet my talent had taken both a violence and a boosting in a past twenty-four hours, and wasn't behaving. It reacted explosively when we attempted regulating it, and we didn't wish to raze my arm. So we was removing on a craft with positively no notice and drifting to Ireland, given I'd had a prophesy of a lady who had incited werewolves from slavering beasties 100% of a time into part-time monsters, and in my vision, she'd been in Ireland. we figured i f anybody could keep me human, it had to be a lady who'd firm a wolves to a moon's cycle.
That's what we was revelation myself, anyway, given it was somewhat improved than a full-on panic conflict in a core of a Seattle-Tacoma Airport. A day progressing we hadn't believed werewolves existed. Now we was petrified that come a subsequent full moon—which was tonight, a second of three—I would get all hairy and toothy. It was a apocalyptic probability even though adding general atmosphere transport to a mix, which, who was we kidding, was presumably a misfortune suspicion I'd ever had. Turning into a werewolf was potentially bad enough. Doing it mid-flight presumably meant a craft full of accessible victims, nonetheless we competence get propitious and have an atmosphere organise on house so it would only be me who got dead.
My life was a mess, if we deliberate that lucky. But we had this unreasonable suspicion that given I'd be blank moonrise all a approach aroun d a globe, a sorcery shouldn't trigger. And we could always close myself in a lavatory if we suspicion we was about to get bestial. Locking myself in a lavatory wasn't that bad an suspicion anyway. we was fearful of flying, and bathrooms didn't have windows. That automatically done them reduction frightful than a physique of a plane. Either way, it wasn't only a werewolf heal that had me erratic a duty-free shops during SeaTac. The other prophesy I'd had, a one of a sneering soldier woman, had done my recovering sorcery respond as if a gauntlet had been thrown down. It felt like fishhooks in my belly, hauling me east. we was going to Ireland either we favourite it or not.
My personal opinion leaned heavily toward or not. There were places I'd rather be and things I'd rather be doing. Specifically, those things were Captain Michael Morrison of a Seattle Police Department, who adult to about 3 hours progressing had been my boss. I'd quit, he'd kissed me, and a some-more we suspicion about him, a some-more we wanted to rip out of a airport, burst in a cab, and competition behind into his arms. The fishhooks pulling during my gut, though, weren't about to let that happen. Their terrible tickle and yank had turn informed adequate over a past year that we knew it meant something critical entrance down a line, as if anticipating a heal for a werewolf's punch wasn't critical enough. Whatever awaited me in Ireland, we was not generally looking brazen to it.So we was perplexing to confuse myself by shopping, that wasn't my favorite past-time in a best of circumstances. Still, I'd wandered a general depot twice already. The shops hadn't altered displays given my initial pass, yet a second time by we laid eyes on something we conjunction indispensable during all, nor was we certain we could we live without.
A not-helpful partial of my mind whispered that we had a credit card. we mean, we was American. we didn't consider I'd be authorised to keep my citizenship if we didn't have during slightest one rectangle of cosmetic money. But it was indifferent for emergencies, like shopping a craft sheet to Ireland on no notice.
An ankle-length white leather cloak did not in any approach validate as an emergency.
I stood there staring during it by a emporium window. The shoulders were subtly padded, only adequate to give a mannequin a unequivocally block silhouette. It had a Chinese-style high collar and leather-covered white buttons equivalent from core true down a length of a whole coat. It nipped in during a waist firmly adequate to demeanour pinned, yet nobody would pin leather of that quality. There had to be a watchful belt on a back. Its skirts fell in far-reaching lax folds, and looked like they would light with smashing drama.
No normal chairman would wear a cloak like that. A film star might. A tall film star. A high leggy film star with unequivocally good sunglasses and adequate certainty to cha nge a earth with her laugh alone.
I stepped behind from a window. Light held only so, vouchsafing me see my reflection.
Nobody could disagree that, during a smidge underneath 6 feet in height, we wasn't high and leggy. we had cold sunglasses, nonetheless we wasn't wearing them. And that cloak competence teach adequate certainty in a wearer that she could do anything.
Five mins after we was eighteen hundred dollars poorer, yet so gratified with myself we slept a whole moody to Ireland though once worrying about a craft descending out of a sky.
Monday, Mar 20, 6:28 A.M.
I wasn't a werewolf when we woke up. Fuzzy proof pronounced I'd left a States on Sunday morning, flown all day, and arrived in Ireland early Monday morning, so carrying skipped a night of a full moon wholly and saving myself from changeable into a beast of yore. That was very hairy logic, yet then, a whole not being a werewolf thing upheld it. Besides, who was we to contend an ancient ab use wouldn't work that way, when sorcery by a unequivocally clarification defied a laws of physics. we left a craft beholden to not be furry, and, wakeful of a advantages of carrying been innate in Ireland, slipped by etiquette on a European Union pass holders side.
The unrelenting round of sorcery within me wanted me to conduct west, yet Irish roads were legendarily convoluted. we indispensable a car, a map, and a crater of coffee before we struck off into a sunset. Nevermind that morning was in about half an hour, so we had many hours to wait before we could strike off into a sister darkness.
For a lady who'd slept a whole 10 hour moody opposite a continent and an ocean, we was positively using on during a brain. we stopped only outward a arrivals area and scrubbed both hands over my face hard, perplexing to awaken some grade of local intelligence.
"Hey, doll," pronounced a informed voice. "Can we give we a lift ?"
I left my hands where they were, covering m y face, for a good prolonged notation while we attempted to know how that voice—the voice of my best friend, a seventy-four year aged Seattle cab driver—could presumably be addressing me in a Dublin International Airport. Last I'd known, Gary Mul-doon had been in California for a St. Patrick's Day weekend, merrymaking with aged Army buddies in a yearly eventuality he refused to give sum on. Since it was now a twentieth of Mar and a weekend in doubt had only ended, my information was flattering up-to-date. It was therefore unfit in each approach for Gary to be here. It had to be somebody else. Satisfied with my reasoning, we lowered my fingers adequate to counterpart over them.
Gary leaned opposite a pillar, arms folded opposite his still-broad chest, and gave me a blink and a laugh that from a male thirty years younger would set my heart a-flutter.
I burnished my eyes again and squinted. Gary's laugh got wider. He looked like a diabolical aged film star in a set scene, and like he knew darned good and good his participation was a culminating factor. After about thirty seconds' some-more silence, we pronounced "Sure," and wished I'd been sexy adequate to only contend that in a initial place. And afterwards given we wasn't sexy during all, we squeaked "What a ruin are we doing here?!" in disbelieving delight.
Gary threw his conduct behind and laughed out loud. He had suspiciously good teeth for a male his age who used to smoke. we suspected dentures, yet had never been bold adequate to ask. Then he stepped brazen and swept me adult in a bear hug, that put paid to any thoughts of his teeth as we grunted happily and repeated, "No, seriously, what a hell?"
"Mike called me. Told me to, and we quote, get my aged donkey on a subsequent moody to Dublin and try to locate adult to Joanne goddamned Walker who's left off again and needs somebody to keep her from doing anything stupid, finish quote. So we got on a subsequent moody outta L A. Got in 10 mins ago. What's going on?"
I pulled my conduct behind distant adequate to demeanour adult during him. "Mike? Mike who? You meant Morrison? Morrison called you? Morrison sent we to Ireland after me? Morrison my boss? That Morrison?"
"That's a one." Gary set me back, hands on my shoulders as his laugh faded. "'cept we hear he ain't a trainer anymore."
"Not a trainer of me, anyway." we wrinkled my nose. "I'm not six, really."
"What happened, doll?" Real regard was in my large friend's gray eyes. I'd gotten into Gary's cab over a year ago, on a unequivocally morning my shamanic powers had been vigourously ...
