Discover the next installment in the Soulwood Series by Faith Hunter in Rift in the soul today. Don't forget to enter the tour wide giveaway as well in the post.
Nell Ingram and her team face a dire, supernatural evil in this newest thrilling paranormal procedural in the New York Times bestselling Soulwood series.
Nell Ingram draws her powers from deep in the earth, and uses them to help Psy-LED, the Psychometric Law Enforcement Division, which solves paranormal crimes. When a local vampire calls to report a dead body on her compound, Nell knows she and her team have to be ready for anything.
But the dead body is just the beginning of a mystery that involves supernaturals of all kinds, including some of the most powerful vampires in the country. As Nell gets closer to the truth, she begins to understand that the perpetrator is tracking her too—and that there is something personal about this crime. Something with roots that go almost as deep as those in Soulwood.
Nell Ingram draws her powers from deep in the earth, and uses them to help Psy-LED, the Psychometric Law Enforcement Division, which solves paranormal crimes. When a local vampire calls to report a dead body on her compound, Nell knows she and her team have to be ready for anything.
But the dead body is just the beginning of a mystery that involves supernaturals of all kinds, including some of the most powerful vampires in the country. As Nell gets closer to the truth, she begins to understand that the perpetrator is tracking her too—and that there is something personal about this crime. Something with roots that go almost as deep as those in Soulwood.
- ASIN : B0BHD9SMF7
- Publisher : Ace (March 5, 2024)
- Publication date : March 5, 2024
- Print length : 382 pages
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Excerpt twelve
https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/ Copyright Faith Hunter
“There are strange trees growing on your land.” Ming touched her chest and scratched at the dying blood, freshening her wound in a line of bright scarlet. She licked her fingertip. “They bleed. Charlainn tasted the tree and she . . . she felt joy. And now she is dead by the dawn.”
I had no idea who Charlainn was or when or why the vampire woman had tasted the vampire tree. The tree was a poorly kept secret that grew on church land and my land and had a mind of its own, sentient and self-aware, and had taken to calling itself the Green Knight. I hoped to control the tree enough to keep it from killing people for its dinner. I even had a dream of monetizing it for lumber. Maybe. Someday. “Go on,” I said.
“You are a people eater. I have heard you are purple, but I see you are not.”
There was nothing amusing about this bizarre conversation, but laughter welled up in me, nervous, half panicked. Soulwood filled me. Steadying me. I felt the Green Knight in the distance, alert.
“What happened to you?” I asked her softly.
“I found my soul. We all found our souls.” Bitterly she said, “Every Mithran everywhere has our souls and we cannot . . .” Ming turned her head halfway around to see Rick’s gun aimed at her. It was one of those not-human movements vampires can make, and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. As if the weapon didn’t matter, she swiveled her head back to me. “We cannot make them go away. Souls are destroying us. When your sister’s babies were born, did they bring back our souls? Did your tree bring back our souls?”
Vampires didn’t have souls. Everyone knew that. Ming thought vampires now had souls? She had always been unstable, but this was a new take on vampire psychological instability.
“No baby did anything. Have you called J—” I stopped just in time. “Have you called the Dark Queen? She might know something. Have you contacted her?”
“Cai called. It went to voice mail. So he called again. And her lady-in-waiting took a message.”
Jane Yellowrock had a lady-in-waiting? She was more likely to need an armorer than someone to paint her nails.
“When her secundo, the one called Eli Younger, called me back, he wove a tale of angels and demons, but I know . . .” Ming stopped and drank deeply again and tossed the empty wine bottle across the room. It hit the wall and clattered to the floor. I managed not to flinch.
When Rick and Ayatas returned from New Orleans and the coronation, they had referred to the vampires being a very different sort of strangeness from their usual eccentricity, as if very drunk. They had been right.
Cai opened the door to my side, looked at the gun aimed at the back of his mistress’ head, and walked casually across the room to Ming. He held out his wrist to Ming and she took it, embedded her fangs in his wrist, and drank. Cai laughed and stroked her hair. It was unexpectedly personal and suggestive, the way he touched her.
When she withdrew her fangs, she licked his wrist to clot the blood and close the wound. “Thank you. You will take the foolish nonhumans in the kitchen doorway into the front parlor. Keep them there.”
My spine went straight. I did not want to be alone with a crazy Ming of Glass.
“Have the boy’s body taken to the driveway so they may remove the filth.”
“Yes, my mistress,” Cai said.
“And call Yvonne. Have her bring the cards.”
Ming pulled her lapels together and looked at me. Some of her old imperiousness seeped back into her eyes. “Forgive me. I have been remiss. Would you care for tea?”
“Thank you?” I said, not certain how to respond.
Cai walked to the swinging doors. In a single lunge, he swiped out with both hands and grabbed Rick and Aya by the throat. Fast. Faster than any para. Nearly vampire-fast.
“Put them away,” Cai said of their weapons, his voice as nonchalant as if they were standing at a bar having friendly drinks. “You’d be dead by the time you fired.”
Cai shoved and pushed both men back through the kitchen. I could hear their shoes sliding on the floor. We had known for a long time that Cai was far more than human. Cai’s strength, against two other paranormals who also had greater than human strength, was proof of that.
GIVEAWAY
About the Author:
Faith Hunter, urban fantasy writer, was born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. Hunter fell in love with reading in fifth grade, and best loved SciFi, fantasy, and gothic mystery. She decided to become a writer in high school, when a teacher told her she had talent. Now, she writes full-time, tries to keep house, and is a workaholic with a passion for RV travel, Japanese maples, orchids, white-water kayaking, and writing. She and her husband love to RV to whitewater rivers all over the Southeast.
Author of series: Skinwalker (feat. Jane Yellowrock, urban fantasy), Rogue Mage (Thorn St. Croix, urban fantasy), Junkyard Cats (Shining Smith, dystopian-esque Scifi), and Soulwood (Nell Ingram, paranormal procedural where an escapee from a cult, a solitary woman with deadly magic of her own, is hired to help PsyLED: a paranormal division of Homeland Security; find a missing child. Find out more about the author here: www.FaithHunter.net
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1 comment:
My first taste of Faith's writing was Skinwalker! It was love at first read and I have read everything I can get my hands on!
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