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MAGIC BITES
Andrews shows a great deal of promise. Readers fond of Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs may find her work a new source of reading pleasure.
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The plot moves along at a pleasant clip, and the world building is interesting and well done.
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The strong story line coupled with a complex alternative historywill have readers hoping for more.
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An excellent start to a brand-new series.
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Magic Bites is an enchanting paranormal whodunit that takes the supernatural into new, natural directions.
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Her world building and characterizations are exceptional Magic Bites is not to be overlooked.
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A unique world laced with a thick plot full of strife, betrayal, and mystery.
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M AGIC B URNS
ILONA ANDREWS
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To the late David Gemmell.
You have inspired me with your books.
It was my dream to meet you,
and I deeply regret your passing.
CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Im grateful to so many people:
Thank you, Anne Sowards, my editor, for your wisdom, your guidance, and most of all your faith in my ability as a writer. You took a mess and shaped it into a book.
Thank you, Rachel Vater, my agent, for your tireless devotion to your clients. Youre the best thing that could happen to a writers career.
Thank you, Cam Dufty, Aces editorial assistant and quite possibly the most patient woman the world has ever known, for your help with copyedits and a million other things. I owe you a chocolate martini.
Thank you, Kristin del Rosario, the interior text designer, for the gorgeous layout and for making the book a reality.
Thank you, Judy Murello, the art director, for the spectacular cover design, and thank you, Chad Michael Ward, the artist, for creating fantastic cover art.
Thank you, Valerie Cortes, Aces publicist, for tirelessly promoting the books in the Kate Daniels series.
Thank you, all of the generous people who have suffered through my beta drafts, for making this book so much better than how it started out: Charlene Amsden, Bianca Bradley, Susan E. Curnow, Shannon Franks, Elizabeth Hull, Jackie M., Jill Myles, Reece Notley, Lizane Palmer, May, S. K. S. Perry, G. Jules Reynolds, Lys Rian, Melissa Sawmiller, Sonya Shannon, P. J. Thompson, Heidi Tallentine, and Amber van Dyk.
Finally, thank you, all of the people who read the Kate series. Your e-mails keep me going.
CHAPTER 1
THE PHONE RANG IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. THE magic wave was in full swing, and the phone shouldnt have worked, but it rang anyway, again and again, outraged over being ignored, until finally I reached over and picked it up.
Yehmmm?
Rise and shine, Kate. The smooth cultured voice on the line suggested a slender, elegant, handsome man, all things that Jim was not. At least not in his human shape.
I clawed my eyes open long enough to glance at the windup clock across the room. Two in the morning. Some of us sleep during the night.
Ive got a gig, Jim said.
I sat up in the bed, wide-awake. A gig was goodI needed the money. Half.
Third.
Half.
Thirty-five percent. Jims voice hardened.
Half.
The phone went silent as my former Guild partner mulled it over. Okay, forty.
I hung up. The bedroom lay quiet. My curtains were open and moonlight sifted into the room through the metal grate shielding the window. The moonlight acted as a catalyst and the metal bars glowed with a weak bluish patina where the silver in the alloy interacted with the ward spell. Beyond the bars, Atlanta slept like some hulking beast of legend, dark and deceptively peaceful. When the magic wave ended, as it inevitably would, the beast would awaken in an explosion of electric light and possibly gunfire.
My ward wouldnt stop a bullet, but it kept the magic hazmat out of my bedroom, and that was good enough.
The phone rang. I let it ring twice before I picked it up.
Fine. Jims voice had a hint of a snarl in it. Half.
Where are you?
In the parking lot under your window, Kate.
Calling from a pay phone, which shouldnt have worked, either. I reached for my clothes, left by the bed for just such an occasion. Whats the gig?
Some arsonist wacko.
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, I WAS WINDING MY way through an underground garage and cursing Jim under my breath. With the lights knocked out by magic, I couldnt see my hand in front of my nose.
A fireball blossomed in the pitch-black depth of the garage. Huge, churning with violent red and yellow, it roared toward me. I jumped behind the concrete support, my throwing knife sweaty in my hands. Heat bathed me. For a moment I couldnt breathe, and then the fire hurtled past me to burst in an explosion of sparks against the wall.
A thin gleeful cackle emanated from the garage depths. I peeked out from behind the support in the direction of the sound. Nothing but darkness. Where was the tech shift when you needed one?
Across from me at the next row of supports Jim raised his hand and touched his fingers to his thumb a few times, imitating an opening and closing beak. Negotiate. He wanted me to engage a lunatic who had already turned four people into smoking meat. Okay. I could do that.
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