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We’re excited to tell you about Flame in the Dark and share a short story part and an excerpt. You can also read Misty’s review.
This urban fantasy, Flame in the Dark, was written by Faith Hunter. It is the third book in the Soulwood series. Releases December 5, published by Ace/Roc.
Nell Ingram has always known she was different. Since she was a child, she’s been able to feel and channel ancient powers from deep within the earth. When she met Jane Yellowrock, her entire life changed, and she was recruited into PsyLED—the Homeland Security division that polices paranormals. But now her newly formed unit is about to take on its toughest case yet.
A powerful senator barely survives an assassination attempt that leaves many others dead—and the house he was visiting burns to the ground. Invisible to security cameras, the assassin literally disappears, and Nell’s team is called in. As they track a killer they know is more—or less—than human, they unravel a web of dark intrigue and malevolent motives that tests them to their limits and beyond.
I left the room, which had suddenly grown too close and lost all oxygen. Tandy was outside the door, his reddish brown eyebrows lifted. Like Occam, I hadn’t seen him all night.
“You heard?” I asked. “That you’re supposed to go with me to question the vampires?”
“No. But I felt. What happened?”
Tandy was the unit’s empath, which meant he could tell what other people were feeling—humans and paranormals both. The gift had been forced on him by Mother Nature when he was hit by lightning three times, and the reddish Lichtenberg lines that crossed his pale skin like the veins in leaves were a lasting legacy. I told him what had happened and about my punishment as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. He didn’t laugh, which was nice. He handed me a folder containing several printed papers, including the questions that had been asked of all the party guests, and two floor plans of the crime scene room, one with Xs for where everyone had been standing. A dozen more. There was no time to memorize any of them. I shoved them back into the manila folder.
My thoughts were rattled and I pulled what I could remember about proper protocol with a powerful vampire to the forefront of my memories. I needed excellent manners, a calm attitude, and the ability to play conversational chess, thinking ahead a dozen moves or so. And if Ming had ordered the shooting? There was nothing I could do.
“Nell,” Tandy said. “You’ll be fine. Just remember: be polite, and never, ever meet her eyes.”
Short Story Hop Part 3
How Occam Got His Name
serial short story
By Faith Hunter
“This hill right here,” Wayman said. “It’s got a flat top, no rocks to hide snakes and it’s right beside the wash, so we can find our way back by following our own footprints.”
And the bobcat prints they had seen and been following through the sandy bottom, but Trace didn’t say that. It might sound like he was afraid, and ‘bein’ afered’ was fer woosies,’ according to Wayman.
They climbed up the hill and studied the surrounding land. Just like Wayman had said, no rocks, no plants, high flat land, unappealing to snakes and other critters.
“Here,” Wayman said, passing him a bottle of water. “I brung six in the bike basket, along with salt tablets in case we sweat too much. With your three water bottles, the Spam and the bread and the Cheetos, we got enough water and food to last two days. And if we run out, I know how to find water most anyplace. My grampa done showed me.” Grampa Iron Mountain was pure Comanche, or so Wayman’s mama said, and she had the black hair and eyes of the local redskins—what his daddy called the native people when he was drunk and no one was around.
His own mama shushed Daddy when he talked bad about people. Trace kinda thought she might like Wayman’s mama. They talked about cooking sometimes. But Mama had a hard time keeping friends too.
Daddy couldn’t hide the smell of liquor on his breath on Sunday mornings, and his congregations tended to dry up and drift away after a year or two, so they were always moving around. Trace had learned to make friends fast and give them up just as quick. Preacher Oakum and his wife Miz Lizzie moved on pretty often, to find another town on a crossroads that led to still other towns that needed saving. But Trace liked Wayman. Wayman was the best friend he ever had.
Trace took the bottle, glad his friend knew so much about camping and the outdoors and the wilderness around them. The towns where they had lived were smaller than Satan’s mercy—according to his daddy—but Trace had never spent any time in the wasteland. He opened the top and drank. Recapped it. He lay down on the small Indian blanket Wayman had brought, his hands behind his head. It brought his sweaty underarms up to his nose, but there wasn’t nothing wrong with a little sweat, and nothing he could do about it in August neither.
Together, they stared up at the sky to watch at the Perseid meteor show. The meteors came in bunches, shooting across the heavens like fireworks or missiles, some seeming directly overhead. One, closer than the others, blasted down in the hills to the northeast, exploding with a flash of light and a faint tremor through the ground.
They both sat up fast, eyes on the faint halo of light in the dark. “Dayum, Trace. I bet we could make us some money picking up the pieces and selling ‘em.” Wayman pulled a compass and shined his flashlight on it. “Got it.”
Trace sighed, not wanting to tell his best and only friend that, even with the compass reading, it would be nigh to impossible to pinpoint the landing location and then even harder to find and pick up the meteor pieces. So he lied. “Yep. Maybe we’ll go there some day and find diamonds all over the ground.”
“Space diamonds!” Wayman said. “We’ll be rich.”
About the Author: Faith Hunter
Faith Hunter is the New York Times bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock series, including Cold Reign, Shadow Rites, Dark Heir,and Broken Soul; the Soulwood series, set in the world of Jane Yellowrock, including Curse on the Land and Blood of the Earth; and the Rogue Mage series, including Host, Seraphs, and Bloodring.