I Smell Sheep: Faith Hunter

Thursday, August 25, 2022

Releasing 9-6-22: Final Heir (Jane Yellowrock Book 15) by Faith Hunter + excerpt

Final Heir (Jane Yellowrock Book 15)
by Faith Hunter
September 6, 2022
Book 15 of 15: Jane Yellowrock
The stakes couldn’t be higher in the newest novel in the New York Times bestselling, pulse-pounding Jane Yellowrock series.

Jane Yellowrock is the queen of the vampires, and that makes her a target as she fights to maintain control and keep peace in the city of New Orleans. She has enemies at every turn, because vampires live forever, and they keep their grudges alive with them. That includes the Heir, the vampire sire of the Pellissier bloodline, which gave rise to Leo Pellissier himself—Jane’s old boss and the former master of the city.

With the Heir and all the forces of darkness he can muster arrayed against her, Jane will need all the help she can get. She’ll find it in her city, her friends, her found family, and, of course, the Beast inside of her.

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FINAL HEIR Excerpt
I accepted and drained a bottle of water. “From the beginning Hayyel was close by. He had the freedom to act and intervene in some events, but maybe he didn’t have autonomy?” I stopped speaking aloud, following the layered implications in the vision.

I had postulated that Hayyel had already been par- tially chained, here on Earth, and was, currently, already part of the events taking place. Maybe he had been wait- ing for Evil Evie’s demon circle to manifest . . . and for all of us to be present so he could do . . . whatever he did to us all as he dealt with the demon Evangelina called.

I had sometimes wondered if he had planned it all, planned to change us. Maybe use us. Molly, my BFF, and her family: Evan, her partially-in-the-closet air witch hus- band, her children, my godchildren: Angie and EJ. Rick (my former boyfriend and now a wereleopard), Kemnebi (another wereleopard), Brute (werewolf stuck in human form). Even my Beast, the other soul who lived inside me. We were all changed in fundamental ways by the banishing of the demon and the proximity to the angel.

A chained angel? Partially chained?

So maybe Hayyel had been, and was, still close by. Maybe he could help, even if he was chained. Or maybe he needed help to deal with being chained. Or both.

I was glad I hadn’t said all that aloud, because there was power in this vision and some kernels of truth. I opened my eyes, not sure when they had closed.

About the Author:

Faith Hunter is the award-winning New York Times and USAToday bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock, Soulwood, Rogue Mage, and Junkyard Cats series. In addition, she has edited several anthologies and co-authored the Rogue Mage RPG. She is the co-author and author of 16 thrillers under pen names Gary Hunter and Gwen Hunter. Altogether she has 40+ books and dozens of short stories in print and is juggling multiple projects.

She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.

Faith collects orchids and animal skulls, loves thunderstorms, and writes. She likes to cook soup, bake bread, garden, and kayak Class II & III whitewater rivers. She edits the occasional anthology and drinks a lot of tea. Some days she’s a lady. Some days she ain't.

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

New Release: Of Claws and Fangs: Stories from the World of Jane Yellowrock and Soulwood by Faith Hunter + excerpt

OF CLAWS AND FANGS (Ace Trade Paperback Original; May 3, 2022), a thrilling new fantasy anthology from New York Times bestselling author, Faith Hunter. A stunning collection of stories set in the same fan-favorite world as Hunter’s Jane Yellowrock novels, OF CLAWS AND FANGS is perfect for fans of urban fantasy and readers of Patricia Briggs and Charlaine Harris.

Collected for the first time in OF CLAWS AND FANGS are eighteen gripping stories featuring shape-shifting vampire hunter Jane Yellowrock, as well as her friends and allies. The world of Jane Yellowrock has captivated fans for more than a decade. With these stories, take a deeper look at Jane herself, along with the vampires, witches, found family, and one very special mountain lion that have made the series sing.

Of Claws and Fangs: Stories from the World of Jane Yellowrock and Soulwood
by Faith Hunter
May 3, 2022
Ace Trade Paperback
New York Times bestselling author Faith Hunter presents a stunning collection of stories from the world of shape-shifting vampire hunter Jane Yellowrock and beyond.

Collected together for the first time, this volume contains shorter works featuring heroines Jane Yellowrock and Nell Ingram, as well as a host of other characters from the Jane Yellowrock and Soulwood series. Faith Hunter is “an expert at creating worlds filled with intriguing supernatural elements and exciting scenarios”* and her skills are on full display in this collection. From a vampire-filled Halloween evening in New Orleans to the searing tale of how a certain were-leopard first got his spots, this collection has something for everyone, and each story is sure to put the super in supernatural.

With eighteen stories in all, Of Claws and Fangs will enrich and entertain—it’s a must-have for Faith Hunter’s readers and all lovers of fantasy.
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Praise for the Jane Yellowrock novels
"Hunter delivers the fast pace, high stakes, and flawlessly crafted fight scenes fans expect."—Publishers Weekly

"Jane Yellowrock is smart, sexy, and ruthless."—#1 New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison

"Dark Queen hits just the right balance between completely unexpected and long-expected payoff. A fast-paced and twisty adventure, fans of Jane Yellowrock will not be disappointed."—All Things Urban Fantasy

"Readers eager for the next book in Patricia Briggs's Mercy Thompson series may want to give Faith Hunter a try."—Library Journal

"Hunter's very professionally executed, tasty blend of dark fantasy, mystery, and romance should please fans of all three genres."—Booklist

Excerpt
Leo lifted his cuff and checked the time on his Versace Reve Chrono, though he knew, almost to the second, when the sun would rise. His kind always did. “I’ll be only a moment. Security will wait outside.”

George opened his mouth to protest. George was always protesting something. Leo lifted his finger, silencing his primo. “I will speak to Marcoise alone. You may cover the outer exits. You may not enter. The cleaning crew will be working and, as former military, they will be armed. I will calm them. I will not have a bloodbath in my club.”

George hesitated, clearly thinking about the numbers of potential victims and hostages. “Derek Lee’s company is new,” George said. “I’m not certain of the extent of his knowledge, or of his biases.”

He did not need to add Many have refused to work for the vampire Master of the City of New Orleans.

He raked through his hair with his long fingers, worried.

“Alone,” Leo insisted, and tapped on the window. The chauffeur opened his door. “Thank you, Alfonse,” Leo said. He was always polite to the help.

Into the night, he exited with all the grace of his kind, part ballerina, part snake, part spider, all predator. The night smelled of humans and blood. Saliva filled his mouth, hunger riding him. The girl earlier had been a tasty diversion, her body a delight as she used it to seal his promise, but this . . . this was the hunt. There was nothing like it, and even civilized Mithrans such as himself knew the desire, the overriding craving for shadowing and stalking prey.

Leo leaped to the door, his speed creating a pop of sound as the air around him was displaced. He keyed open the lock and entered. His men, left behind, rushed to guard the entrance and provide the protection his kind seldom needed. He slipped inside, into the shadows. Standing behind a brick pillar, he watched the cleaning crew, scenting them. The men were all dressed alike, in one-piece gray uniforms; they were healthy, their blood touched with alcohol and marijuana. He had known it for centuries as hemp, MJ, ganja, and by a hundred other names and grades and varieties.

He took in a slow breath and parsed the chemicals in their blood. The marijuana smelled . . . odd. Impure. He watched as a small man, no more than five feet, five inches tall, lifted a bucket and then, oddly, dropped it. The pail landed with a clatter and splash of water on the concrete floor, and the man stood, hunched over, staring at the mess as if mesmerized. Certainly confused.

Leo sniffed again. There was something mixed with the marijuana, some chemical he did not recognize. The small man took a breath, a faint gasp of sound. He fell.

Leo held still, as only undeath allowed. The other men rushed to help. Another fell, his head bouncing on the floor. A third dropped. And another. Only Derek was still standing, the boss of the crew. Leo had hired Derek Lee’s fledgling company because of his service in the military, though the man was destined for far more. Derek pulled a weapon and backed to the bar, the brass rail at his spine, analyzing the room, the short hallways.

Leo said, “You did not partake of the smoke offered to the others.”

Derek swung his weapon toward the column hiding Leo. “Who’s there?”

“Leo Pellissier, Master of the City. The smoke? The weed?”

“Owner of the Royal Mojo. Fanghead. And no, to the weed,” Derek said, his weapon steady on the brick pillar. “One of the guys brought it. Said his brother had gotten a deal on the streets.”

“Mmmm. And a gift is always a good thing?”

“No.”

“And what shall you do to the man who injured your cohorts?”

“Better you don’t know.” Derek’s voice was harsh, unyielding.

Leo chuckled. “There is more here than meets the eyes.”

“No shit, dude. I got free weed, four downed boys, and the Master of the City hiding behind a brick column. How ’bout you come out. Make nice-nice wid me.”

“How about we take down whoever is waiting for us in the office? I smell six. One is a Mithran, one is female and bleeding, one is a dead human.”

“My men?”

“They are breathing. I will offer them healing blood if they are not awake before dawn.”

Derek considered. “You take the fanghead. I’ll take the others.”

Leo stepped from behind the column, hands where they could be seen.

“You seem certain that you can contain the humans,” he said. “Three against one?”

“This trap wasn’t for me. Makes sense it was for you. I’m supposed to be down and out so they won’t be expecting me.”

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Sunday, April 24, 2022

Excerpt: Of Claws and Fangs: Stories from the World of Jane Yellowrock and Soulwood by Faith Hunter + giveaway

Of Claws and Fangs: Stories from the World of Jane Yellowrock and Soulwood

by Faith Hunter

May 3, 2022

Ace Trade Paperback

New York Times bestselling author Faith Hunter presents a stunning collection of stories from the world of shape-shifting vampire hunter Jane Yellowrock and beyond.

Collected together for the first time, this volume contains shorter works featuring heroines Jane Yellowrock and Nell Ingram, as well as a host of other characters from the Jane Yellowrock and Soulwood series. Faith Hunter is “an expert at creating worlds filled with intriguing supernatural elements and exciting scenarios”* and her skills are on full display in this collection. From a vampire-filled Halloween evening in New Orleans to the searing tale of how a certain were-leopard first got his spots, this collection has something for everyone, and each story is sure to put the super in supernatural.

With eighteen stories in all, Of Claws and Fangs will enrich and entertain—it’s a must-have for Faith Hunter’s readers and all lovers of fantasy.

About the Author:

She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.

Faith collects orchids and animal skulls, loves thunderstorms, and writes. She likes to cook soup, bake bread, garden, and kayak Class II & III whitewater rivers. She edits the occasional anthology and drinks a lot of tea. Some days she’s a lady. Some days she ain't.

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There’s a tour-wide giveaway open to US residents

2 winners will receive a limited-edition leather Soulwood bracelet

1 winner will receive their choice of a $50 gift card from Amazon or Barnes & Noble

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Monday, August 30, 2021

Excerpt: True Dead (Jane Yellowrock Book 14) by Faith Hunter + giveaway

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True Dead (Jane Yellowrock Book 14)

by Faith Hunter

September 14, 2021

Jane Yellowrock goes back to the city where it all began in the newest installment of this thrilling New York Times bestselling series.

Jane used to hunt vampires, but now she’s their queen. She’s holed up in the mountains with the Yellowrock Clan, enjoying a little peace, when a surprise attack on her people proves that trouble is brewing. Someone is using very old magic to launch a bid for power, and it’s all tied to the place where Jane was first drawn into the world of Leo Pellissier—the city of New Orleans.

Jane is compelled to return to NOLA because someone is trying to destabilize the paranormal world order. And because she now sits near the top of the vampire world, the assault is her problem. She will do what she must to protect what’s hers. Her city. Her people. Her power. Her crown.

Excerpt #4
(Beast)
Beast growled low, showed killing teeth again, eyes still on Koun. Sat with cow meat between claws. Ripped cover off meat and spat to floor. Tore meat off. Ate. Swallowed. Ate chunks. Water-blood ran across floor.

“You are angry. So, the messy kitchen is a lesson for Eli. What are you going to do to George? Hack up a hairball onto his pillow?”

Beast chuffed. Ate more meat. Belly was full. Dead cow meat was gone.

“Tell me, Vengeful Cat. Would you like to join the vampire hunters? The Chief strategist of Clan Yellowrock would be happy to follow you into battle.”

Beast ear tabs perked high. Venge-ful Cat. Was good name. Beast nodded as human does.

“Do you go in cat form, or do you shift into Jane?”

Most vampires and humans in Winter Court of Dark Queen did not know the I/we of Beast was not always Jane. Most did not know how to talk to not-human-forms. Koun knew how to talk but did not always act with knowledge. Koun asked two questions at one time. Could only ask one. Beast waited. Stared at Koun.

Koun pursed lips, thinking. “Do you hunt vampires in cat form?”

Beast licked paws and muzzle free of blood, rough tongue getting all blood and meat-bits from paws and toes and off pelt. Shook head no.

“Shift then. I’ll weapon up.” Koun turned and left kitchen, closing door softly.

Beast looked at office area. Met Brute eyes, blue as sun on ice. Brute shook head and went back to big mattress in office corner. Turned three times and curled into ball with lizard. Beast raced up stairs and into sleeping room. Went to place where Bruiser kept clothes. Nosed open door. Found Bruiser best shoes for dancing. Carried one to empty room and hid in empty closet. Could bite holes in dead-cow-skin-shoes with killing teeth, but did not want to make Bruiser sigh. Hiding shoe was enough. Chuffed. Padded back to bedroom, to bathroom, and leaped into place where humans lay in hot water. Was cold on Beast belly. Took claws off of Jane.

What the heck are you doing? Jane shouted at Beast.

Beast reached into Jane skinwalker magics and thought about Jane half form. Did not know what would happen when shifted. Did not know what form I/we would be. Most of Jane people did not know of Jane shifting problems. Some knew secret. Beast liked secrets. All cats liked secrets.

About the Author:

She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.

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Sunday, January 10, 2021

WIP it Real Good: Faith Hunter shares an excerpt from a future short story! + giveaway

Faith Hunter shares an excerpt from a short story coming out in November 2021!

Hi all!

Thanks for having me at I Smell Sheep!

The “sheeply people” wanted to know if I had something new in the works, and I do! In fact, I have two.

I have a snippet from the anthology in Dirty Deeds, and below that a totally new snippet from a short story I wrote while I was in Ireland. The brand new short was mostly penned (by hand, on a spiral pad) on the train between Dublin and Galway. It was a lovely trip, and the Hubs and I talked, studied the scenery, listened to accents, and I wrote. Apparently, I wrote enough to end up with a short story, to be released in November 2021 in another anthology titled Of Claws And Fangs.

The story came about because I was wondering about and doodling with Nell’s very ancient ancestry, where people like her might have come from. I had always thought it should be Ireland, and it is. And I love it!

And now, the new story, "Call For My Bones," from Of Claws and Fangs

“Come,” she whispered. “My visions are ended.” Her voice was a croak, weakened by age, by the years of calling her people together, and by the smoke and fire that was the center of their tribe. Smoke and fire meant life and it was ever and always with them: the smoke of cooking fires, the smoke of preserving meat, the fire that warmed their circles, trapped in the thatch, the smoke of mating as the flames leaped high, the smoke and ash of hunting images and the painting of their bodies, and the smoke of the gatherings. After so many years, the smoke had darkened her brown skin and had left her hoarse, her voice rough, dry, and weak.

But it was the visions of the Vision Moon that brought the tears to her old eyes. It was the visions that had broken her, had broken her voice as she screamed and grieved.

She had hoped to survive until the First Gather of the new year, that first mating moon, when her great-great-great granddaughter would choose her first man from among the clan-less Hunters. She had hoped to pass her staff to the Birther of its choice at spring’s First Gather festival. Old Mother of Winter Trees had hoped so many things. Desperately, fervently hoped for another cycle, another gather.

Most importantly, she had hoped to deliver a different vision from the one she had been given. But it was not to be.

She tried again to call, but instead, coughed, the sound a wet rumble in her chest. A horrible tearing pain. She rolled to her side and coughed, a racking spasm. She spat out the contents blocking her lungs and there was blood in the gobbet. The visions were true. Sun and Moon, she thought, the visions are true. The coughing fit left her exhausted. She lay in her bear fur, trembling, but breathing better, regaining her strength. Outside, winter sleet fell on the thatch above her. It shushed and sang against the stones of the Womb Circle. The cold had come early, just as her visions had foretold.

When a measure of strength had returned, Old Mother slid her fingers from the warm furs and found the small stone. It was her calling stone, and was perfectly fitted to her hand. With it, she tapped on the Stone of Winter, a clear tone which would call the women to her.

Moments later, a thread of cold air swirled through the smoke as the outer-hide-cover slid aside, allowing two women to crawl into the Womb Passage and across the ancient staffs embedded in the clay floor. The Womb Passage was the symbol of mating and birthing and death. Each time they crawled through the narrow passage, their fingers and knees on the staffs of the previous Old Mothers, it was a reminder of their ways. It was a reminder of who they were and what they were.

The outer hide closed against the winter air. Then the inner-hide-cover opened and the air shivered with cold, the low flames rushing with the delight of mating and joy, of life and death.

“Old Mother of Winter Trees,” her daughter, Spring Blossoms, said with the proper ceremony of the Vision Moon, “and Staff Bearer of the Women. How may we serve you?”

Her words carrying the weight of decades and many Vision Moons, Old Mother gave the ceremonial reply, “The Vision Moon has spoken its wisdom to me. My vision is true.”

“Yes, Old Mother of Winter Trees,” the two women said softly, together.

Below you will find an excerpt from my short story "Bound into Darkness," from Dirty Deeds and the world of Jane Yellowrock, from point of view of a witch named Liz Everhart and Eli Younger. I had a ball writing this story, and I might yet do more from their Point of View. Who knows?

Thank for having me! Dirty Deeds is up for preorder!

Faith

Dirty Deeds: An Urban Fantasy Collection
by Devon Monk, Diana Pharaoh Francis, Faith Hunter, R.J. Blain
January 12th 202
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
When the going gets tough, the tough get their hands dirty. Join NY Times Bestselling author Faith Hunter, USA Today Bestselling author R.J. Blain, and National Bestselling authors Diana Pharaoh Francis and Devon Monk on a wild romp where the damsels bring the distress and what can go wrong will go wrong.

Venture into a thrilling spinoff tale from the world of Jane Yellowrock; join vacationing gods in what appears to be a quiet, ordinary town; visit a supernatural hotel where the bedbugs could very well eat you; and dive into the zany, deadly world of the Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count) series.

In this collection of all-new urban fantasy novellas and other stories, no job is too big or too small — if the price is right.

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Excerpt

"Bound into Darkness," from Dirty Deeds and the world of Jane Yellowrock, from point of view of a witch named Liz Everhart and Eli Younger.

Liz pulled on all her knowledge of demon lore which was pitifully small. The demon was either a fire demon, partially trapped and tied to the cave and the leyline, or the skeleton buried in the cave had been a fire practitioner, one that had been tied to the demon either through possession, or through becoming a sacrifice. Not many fire witches survived to adulthood. When they came into their powers, they usually burned themselves up—spontaneous human combustion—or set their family on fire and had to be put down. But the body in the cave had been adult-sized.

In the woods, back along its trail, along the path of the faint green binding, another dead tree went up in flame.

Eli asked, “Can you alter the hedge to resist high temps?”

“Maybe. But that means it’ll burn through my reserves faster.”

“How do we kill it?”

“You don’t kill demons. Impossible.”

“Jane did.” Jane. Not Janie. Maybe Jane when he was talking about the warrior, Janie when he was talking about his adopted sister? It was cute how he divided up the two parts of her.

Liz released Eli’s hand. Jane the warrior had killed her sister, Evangelina, and the demon Evie had called. Or rather, had bound the demon back into hell. Either way, the important part was that Jane had killed Evie. That should have been the coven’s job, but they hadn’t been willing enough to kill their sister, or powerful enough to stop the demon. And killing Evie had proved beyond any doubt that an Everhart had called the demon to the earth. That act had destroyed Liz’s coven, wreaked havoc on her family, tarnished their rep in the witch community, and shattered her faith in the older sister she had revered. And even though Liz knew—with the rational part of herself— that Jane had done the only thing she could to stop the evil of Evangelina, there was a small, mean, little part of her soul that hated Jane for that. The rest of her feelings were still a mishmash of anger, sorrow, grief, and worthlessness, unable to fix anything her sister had done.

About the Author:

Award-winning, New York Times, and USA Today bestselling author Faith Hunter has 40+ books in print under the names Gary Hunter, Gwen Hunter, and Faith Hunter. As Faith, she writes three fantasy bestselling series: the urban fantasy / paranormal Jane Yellowrock series and the Soulwood series, and most recently, the bestselling sci-fi Junkyard Cats series.

The Jane Yellowrock series features a Cherokee skinwalker who hunts rogue-vampires, and the Soulwood series, featuring earth magic user Nell Ingram, is a paranormal series set in the Yellowrock world.

Her Rogue Mage novels are a dark, post-apocalyptic fantasy series, featuring Thorn St. Croix, a stone mage. The role-playing game based on the series, is ROGUE MAGE, RPG.

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Monday, July 13, 2020

Excerpt: Spells for the Dead (A Soulwood Novel Book 5) by Faith Hunter + giveaway

Spells for the Dead (A Soulwood Novel Book 5)

by Faith Hunter
July 28, 2020
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Nell Ingram faces a dark craft known as death magic in the newest pulse-pounding paranormal procedural in the New York Times bestselling Soulwood series.

Nell Ingram is a rookie PsyLed agent, using the powers she can channel from deep within the earth to solve paranormal crimes. Together with her team, she's taken on the darkest magic and the direst foes. But she'll need to tap into every ounce of power she has for her newest case.

Nell is called to the Tennessee mansion of a country music star and finds a disturbing scene—dead bodies rapidly decaying before everyone's eyes. The witch on her team, T. Laine, knows this can only be one thing: death magic, a rare type of craft used to steal life forces. PsyLed needs to find this lethal killer fast. But when a paranormal-hating FBI agent tries to derail the investigation, they find themselves under attack from all sides.

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The Nashville witch coven finally showed up, two cars and a van pulling a cargo trailer down the road. The trailer was the portable null room, which the LEOs, the paramedics, and the remaining human victims on-site needed badly. T. Laine had to request a police escort to get the witches onto the grounds, but their faces were apparently known to the locals because their movements were followed by a Primitive Baptist preacher with a bullhorn.

The preacher seemed to feel he had a right to give everyone migraines while he assigned every soul but his own to hell. He was stopped at the entrance to the drive and turned back, but even so, things weren’t copacetic with the witches, and the media drones were making sure everything went out to the public.

I watched as they pulled up, parked in the middle of the driveway, got out, and—in unison—slammed their vehicle doors. They were all wearing long black skirts and black shirts, like tropes out of a novel about witches. There wasn’t a smile in play as they spread out in a semicircle across the lawn, seven of them, a good number for a coven. They approached the house and the quarantine tents like hunters flushing game. They seemed to have a collective mad on, their eyes taking in everything from the tents to the victims in the unis to the law enforcement types, who were watching them back with penetrating curiosity and a measure of hostility.

I moved closer to get a better view and ended up near Officer Alvin Hembest, who stood with one hand on the butt of his service weapon. It wasn’t a very calming stance, and it was echoed by the other LEOs. Putnam County and the surrounding environs appeared unwelcoming to the witches who’d come to save them.

When the witches stopped, every eye was on them and the officers were silent, watchful. The witch in the middle was a short woman with shoulders like a linebacker. She was clearly the leader and she raised her voice, shouting, “Why should we help you, when you took one of ours into custody.”

“One of yours is in custody?” T. Laine asked, her tone practical and her volume moderated. Though she surely knew the answer to her own question.

“Catriona Doyle,” the leader said. “The FBI took her into custody as a person of interest and they won’t let us see her. The agent sent social services to pick up her kid. At school. Her child has been remanded into the system instead of to her sister or to one of us.”

“The child’s other parent?” T. Laine asked.

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Faith Hunter is the award-winning New York Times and USAToday bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock, Soulwood, Rogue Mage, and Junkyard Cats series. In addition, she has edited several anthologies and co-authored the Rogue Mage RPG. She is the coauthor and author of 16 thrillers under pen names Gary Hunter and Gwen Hunter. Altogether she has 40+ books and dozens of short stories in print and is juggling multiple projects.

She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.

Faith collects orchids and animal skulls, loves thunderstorms, and writes. She likes to cook soup, bake bread, garden, and kayak Class II & III whitewater rivers. She edits the occasional anthology and drinks a lot of tea. Some days she’s a lady. Some days she ain't.

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