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If you pester me, I will chain you back to the bed. I find myself oddly fascinated. You have obvious skill. I was hiding in plain sight and doing a fairly good job of it.

My territory is in the Lowcountry. Nothing much happens there, except for an occasional sea serpent eating shrimp out of the fishing nets. Better jobs, better money, more recognition? I swiped Slayer off the counter. Saiman gave an exaggerated sigh. I padded to the door and leaned against it, listening. I waited, sword raised.

Something waited out there in the hallway. It was there.

A quiet whimper filtered through the steel of the door. A sad, lost, feminine whimper, like an old woman crying quietly in mourning. I held very still. The apartment felt stifling and crowded in.

Something scratched at the door. A low mutter floated through, whispered words unintelligible. God, what was it with the air in this place?

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The place was stale and musty, like a tomb. A feeling of dread flooded me. Something bad was in the apartment. It hid in the shadows under the furniture, in the cabinets, in the fridge. Fear squirmed through me. I pressed my back against the door, holding Slayer in front of me. The creature behind the door scratched again, claws against the steel. The walls closed in. I had to get away from this air. Somewhere out in the open. Somewhere where the wind blew under an open sky. Someplace with nothing to crowd me in.

I had to get out. Outside the volhvs were waiting. The shadows under the furniture grew longer, stretching toward me.

Get out. Get out now! I bit my lip. A quick drop of blood burned on my tongue, the magic in it nipping at me. Clarity returned for a second and light dawned in my head.

Of course. The endars failed to rip us apart, so the volhvs went for plan B. Saiman walked out of the bedroom. His eyes were glazed over. I kicked the back of his right knee. He folded. I caught him on the way down and spun him so he landed on his stomach. He sprawled among the ankle-tall ferns.

I locked his left wrist and leaned on him, grinding all of my weight into his left shoulder. Looks like a middle-aged woman with droopy breasts, swaddled in a filthy blanket. We have to stay put. The air grew viscous like glue. I had to bite it to get any into my lungs.

Muscles crawled under me. Saiman got up to his knees. As he rose, I threw a fast right hook. My fist landed on his jaw. His head snapped back. His eyes rolled over and he sagged down. I ran to the lab.

It took a hell of a lot of practice to knock someone out. You needed both speed and power to jolt the head enough to rattle the brain inside the skull but not cause permanent damage. Walls were curving in to eat me. If I did cause too much damage, he would fix it. Considering what he had done to his body so far, his regeneration would make normal shapeshifters jealous.

Third cabinet. I threw it open and scanned the glass jars.

Dread mugged me like a sodden blanket. Ligularia dentata, Ligularia przewalski… Latin names, why me? Lilium pardalinum, Lobelia siphilitica. Come on, come on…Nymphaea odorata, pond lily.

Also known to Russians as odolen-trava, the mermaid flower, an all-purpose pesticide against all things unclean. That would do.

I dashed to the door, twisting the lid off the jar. A grey powder filled it — ground lily petals, the most potent part of the flower. I slid open the lock. The ward drained down, and I jerked the door ajar. Empty hallway greeted me. I hurled the jar and the powder into the hall. A woman wailed, smoke rose from thin air, and Badzula materialized in the middle of the carpet.

Skinny, flabby, filthy, with breasts dangling to her waist like two empty bags, she tossed back grimy tangled hair and hissed at me, baring stumps of rotten teeth. Fuck you, too. It was textbook saber slash, diagonal, from left to right. I drew the entirety of the blade through the wound.

The weight dropped off my shoulders. Suddenly I could breathe and the building no longer seemed in imminent danger of collapsing and burying me alive. I grabbed the head, tossed it into the elevator, dragged the body in there, sent the whole thing to the ground floor, sprinted back inside, and locked the door, reactivating the ward.

The whole thing took five seconds. On the floor, Saiman lay unmoving. I checked his pulse. I went back to the island. I deserved some coffee after this and I bet Saiman stocked the good stuff. I took my coffee and my saber and went to sit on the couch, facing the TV. Saiman still sprawled unconscious on the floor. The glow flared brighter, faded, flared brighter… In ancient times people used mirrors, but really any somewhat reflective surface would do.

The dark TV screen was glossy enough. The glow blazed and materialized into a blurry male. In his early twenties, dark hair, dark eyes.

The man looked at me. I nodded and slipped into Russian. What you do makes no difference to me. We have this place surrounded. We go in in an hour. In fact, I may have to take a minute to get my shivers under control.

The man shook his head. You hear that? If he wants to live, he has to let her go. You tell him. And the plot thickens. I sighed and nudged Saiman with my boot. It took a couple of nudges, but finally he groaned and sat up. What did I fall into? I want to be absolutely clear. I nodded. I am Yulya. What happened to the real Yulya? I will tell you the whole story, but I must have coffee.

And nutrients. Saiman reached into the fridge and came up with a gallon of milk, a solid block of chocolate, and several bananas.

Chocolate was expensive as hell. I watched Saiman load bananas and milk into a manual blender and crank the handle, cutting the whole thing into a coarse mess. Not the chocolate, not the chocolate… Yep, threw it in there too.

What a waste. He poured the concoction into a two quart jug and began chugging it. Shapeshifters did burn a ton of calories. I sighed, mourning the loss of the chocolate, and sipped my coffee.

The acorn was very well guarded and I needed a way in. The shooter is blindfolded and spun around, so he blindly fires. The flight of the arrow foretells the correct direction of the object the person seeks. If a woman picks up the arrow, she and the shooter are fated to be together.

It took me five months from the arrow to the acorn. The combination of open lust but withholding of actual sex really works wonders. He thinks his wife is in danger. All people are driven by their primary selfishness. Furthermore, he had the use of a beautiful woman, created to his precise specifications, for two months. I did my research into his sexual practices quite thoroughly, to the point of sleeping with him twice as a prostitute to make sure I knew his preferences.

If the price is right.

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Suppose I invited you to spend a week here with me. But no matter how annoying he'd been, he hadn't deserved to die. No dog deserved to die this way. Tan, slight, with a fluffy cloud of dark, curly hair framing her face, Margaret was in her mid-forties.

She looked at the body again and turned away, her fingers covering her mouth. Being seventeen, Kayley lived for drama. David Henderson shrugged his shoulders.

He was a heavy man, not fat, but thick around the middle. He and his wife owned a pool-supplies shop in town and did their best to parent Kayley, with mixed success. In a subdivision? They're birds. A puma would've pinned the dog and bitten through the nape of his neck, then dragged him off or at least eaten the stomach and the insides.

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The thing that had killed Brutus had smashed his skull with a devastating blow. Then it had scoured the dog's sides and sliced open its abdomen, releasing the intestines, but hadn't taken a single bite. This was a territorial kill, left for everyone to find -- look how bad and clever I am. She'd been found the exact same way, disemboweled, behind the hedge by the mailboxes. The second had been a beagle named Thompson, a notorious lawn bandit who'd made it his life's mission to add a present to every patch of mowed grass.

He'd been left in the shadow of a shrub. And now Brutus. Brutus had a lot of fur. Whatever had made those gashes in his sides had to have long claws. Long, razor-sharp, and growing from fingers with a lot of manual dexterity. I've got to take Kayley to school and open the store in fifteen minutes.

Did anyone call Byrne? Byrne's pride and joy. He'd walk him every afternoon through the subdivision, beaming when people stopped to pay him compliments. I left a message. It had to stop. A man strode up the street. He walked with a light spring in his step that said he could run and run very fast if he chose.

Sean Evans. Just the devil I wanted to see. Sean Evans was a new addition to Avalon Subdivision. Rumor said he was ex- military. The rumor was probably right. In my experience, the ex-military guys came in two types. The first grew long hair, sprouted beards, and indulged in all the things they hadn't been able do while they'd been in the armed forces. The second did their best to pretend they never got out. Sean Evans belonged to the second category. His russet-brown hair was cut short.

His square jaw was clean-shaven. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had a strong, fit body, honed by exercise to a lean, muscular precision. He looked like he could pick up a fifty-pound rucksack, run across the city with it, and then beat an ungodly number of enemies to a bloody pulp with his bare hands while things exploded dramatically in the background. He was said to be unfailingly polite, but something in his stare communicated a clear "don't mess with me" message.

David turned purple in the face. That's too old for you. She has a chance to avenge herself a broken engagement lies in her past and of course the two end up falling for each other. I am not a fan of assassins.

In the same way that I won't read Mafia "romance" or MC Outlaw stuff, assassins are murderers and therefore I am unable to feel any empathy for them. Annoying when ethics and morality gets in the way of a good story, but there you are. Nevertheless, the prose was actually lovely and the descriptions of sights and scents and the colours and textures of this world were gorgeous. Silver Shark A longer story and much more interesting for me. The problem of what happens to those on the losing side of a long, brutal war and who have literally known nothing else but a state of perpetual war has been with us forever and we still struggle to deal with it, so great theme for this story.

The characters were complex and the concept of the virtual world- the biological network- where our psycher heroine, a former soldier, battles it out- is intriguing and very believable. The hero was wonderful and what I term a good guy. Totally yummy for me.The Monarchy of Fear: The Dictator's Handbook: Where are you, you sonovabitch… Click to the right, and almost immediately a quiet snort to the left.

The American Revolution: Into That Darkness: I had to bite it to get any into my lungs. I just wanted to find a quiet spot, curl up, and shut the world out. Freedom Facts and Firsts: Bad Influence: The window behind me exploded.

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